Adequate

I’ll never have

The perfect body

I’ll always be

An imperfect soul

So to get through each day

Without further decay

That

Is the fucking goal

Not Crossing The Road

What if my answer

Is I couldn’t care less

I have no inclination

To help clean up your mess

Am I a terrible person

To leave you in such decay

That’s for you to decide

While I walk away

Love me

Or leave me

I really couldn’t care

For either way

I’ll just decay

In misery and despair