Cringe
My eyes rested upon a shrine of dusty magazines. I left my body because the memories stored inside were too high of a price to pay for a fleeting moment of pleasure. My eyes glazed over at his bike leaning against the dresser. Typical. Like one of those windup toys, we both followed through with the fixed motions we’ve been set to. I dipped my toes back into my skin to get a sense of it -back to the rhythms of the room.
This isn’t awful.
I arched my back to look at the clock that hung over his bed frame.
I want to go home.
I kind of don’t like him.
Maybe he doesn’t like me either.
Well, I arch my back
To check how long it’s gonna last
I wanna go home, take a bath
Sink to the basement of myself
Where old wounds sit on a shelf
And I kinda don’t like him we have no connection
Kind of like antonyms
Oh, and it makes me cringe
When I think of it
Oh, and it makes me cringe
Bury your sins into her hips because she had more than I ever did
And it makes me cringe
We’d follow that script
Like wind-up toys, we’re fixed
To go through the motions of it
And get it over with
Just so I can pick up my clothes and leave parts of me I’ll never see
Burn the ozone by nicotine
Oh, and it makes me cringe when I think of it
Oh, and it makes me cringe
Bury your sins into her hips because she had more than I ever did
I’m gonna burn myself in sage and maybe learn to meditate
I think the tarot was wrong
Because he wants me only when I’m gone
And every time I fall again
I wake up in a stranger's bed
And then I make a promise in a week I'll forget
How much it always hurts when I shower off last night's dirt
And why I say “Never Again,"
Oh and it makes me cringe
Oh and it makes me cringe
And it makes me cringe
One night stands
He said "It’s rock and roll to fuck your friends"
I’m unphased to the point that
I’m not mad, I laugh
And just lost a lot of respect
And I’d rather not admit
It took a long time to get over it
Until you walked home another one again
Oh, and it makes me cringe
When I think of it
Oh, and it makes me cringe
Bury your sins into her hips because she had more than I ever did
And it makes me cringe more than I ever did And it makes me cringe more than I ever did And it makes me cringe more than I ever did And it makes me cringe more than I ever did And it makes me cringe more than I ever did And it makes me cringe more than I ever did And it makes me cringe more than I ever did
Bury your sins into her hips because she had more than I ever did and it makes me cringe