Pizza Lovers

The Green Lung Grinders

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Your list of deal-breakers was a mile long
Bits of eggshell always embedded in my feet
Keeping my headlights off of you, dear
I stumbled in the dark
I’m sorry
(Fucking sorry my heart broke)

How do you like making minimum wage
To spit in people’s food to alleviate your existential rage?
Wish I could have broken your rules

Swore you wouldn’t do what you would do
What he wasn’t, neither were you
On our couch an experiment
In our beds you took advantage
Happy fucking new year’s eve!
Laid off; mopped the floor with me
Trash of which you slashed free
On acid smashed into a tree
Six hours later