I question thee

Man now I know you’ll hate me, you always do. Starting hot, just like its pposed tooo, --but we fizzle, fight,fuck, freak out over every little thing like we shouldn't do.

Killin brain cells every afternoon watching youtube.

Do a little weed, mix a little speed. Hoping that we find strength in the middle of a boring conversation at a new restaurant.

Every, afternoon when we cant get it up, cant get down with each other cuz we too busy hounding each other over, every little thing like we, shouldn't, do. Man I'm sick of you. What's the point. What's the point? What's the point? What's the point?

Now I'm looking away.

A far off distant space.

Doesn't seem so bad.

Doesn't sound so bad, now.

Does it?

Ahh So that's it, the ending you told em all about, but not me. Not until it was 12 degrees. Leaving me on my knees. Begging please. Shiiit I was pathetic, but that shit only makes you stronger. I couldn't do it any longer, livin for two that way. I thought it was the only way. Now looking back I see that it's what's made a man of me.

Now I'm looking away.

A far off distant space

Doesn't feel so bad.

Doesn't hurt so bad anymore.

Now I'm looking away.

A far off distant space..you know

Doesn't feel so bad.

Doesn't hurt so bad anymore.

So as I question thee

(What's the point? What's the point?

What's the point? What's the point?)

Inside my head you see,

(What's the point? What's the point?

What's the point? What's the point?)

Get out my head please

(What's the point? What's the point?

What's the point? What's the point?)

I remember trees standing still…

The sky all grey.

Like it was perfect that way.

Now? Not a chirp. Not a peep. Not a cry. Not a moan. Just me, all alone.

With our cat and my phone.

I remember that it was I that questioned thee.

What's the point?