i think the best option
is cutting our losses
and love, you've lost all i loved 
crucial wires got crossed
electricity passed through
we're shooting sparks out our fingertips
love, your pictures show it
traded cigarettes for food
you don't deserve that hollow-cheeked smile
lips that spit out
a drunken "fuck you"
i'm waiting for your conscience to sober up
takes a lot of nerve to say the things you do.