[Moyshi]

Dear Tragedy
I never had anybody.
But being alone wasn't half as bad as being obsessed
with a, breath taker, a smile faker.
But these years alone have eaten me alive.

Recounting pages in a book. That I'd torn out ashamed that one day you'd look.
Afraid that once you did you'd really know how it felt to be a sucker on a string that you dragged around wherever you'd go.
I'm running around, around and it hurts.
Tempted to tape up the pages I'd ripped.
And although I recognize that we're attached at the lips
that you're the one in charge and that the captain's gotta sink with the ship.