369 the goose drank wine

I want the yellow liquid discharge
your chunks of vomit on my toilet
clippings of your toenails yellow
flipped up on the coffee table
in beers and sodas

i'll take you when you forgo showers and baths
those days you don't sleep
scream at me for nothing
and nod off in the middle of our conversations
the way you find comfort in alcohol

i wont meet any of your Unrealistic Expectations
and you won't meet mine
you'd be glued to your phone and the internet
this real worlds not for everyone
i understand that

you would withhold sex
single me out in bad jokes
spend too much money
put others ahead of me

i still Love you and want you every day

you are the fish that is no longer on the line

and so these running waters haunt me

i think i'll pack up my rod and go