I'm sorry...

Sorry that I'd rather open my mouth-
than bite my tongue for your paraplegic ego trip.

I can't cater to your little fantasy,
and I wish that just once.
You would look into my eyes while I read-
these stanzas developed on your pity party.
As opposed to looking down my shirt,
for meaning in my words.

God knows,
this never was what it was supposed to be.
You're wasting your breath,
trying to convince me otherwise.

Go about popping your pills.
Singing random rap lyrics,
because it makes you feel more like a man.

Tear through those hymens,
like they're going out of style..
and keeping talking shit,
because I wouldn't give you the time of day.

Just remember baby,
you said I was a train wreck waiting to happen..
and tonight.
I'm crashing into your terminal.