Show Me How Little

You call it art
The way you hammer, smash, and break my heart
Call it aesthetic
The way you subtly reduce me to my most pathetic
Call it mistakes
The way you draw me in just break break break
Me again
Well it's a sick fucking game
But I know
That i will play it just the same
If I could boil you down, draw you up
I know i would inject you right into my veins
Just to feel the pain
It's fucked
It's wretched
It's completely unneeded
If I had a therapist
He'd say I should kill you
I'm up to my eyes
Drowning in tears that I've cried
Only shame I can't scoop em up cook em down in my spoon no more
I've had it to here
But I still want you near
Only shame i wish we were both dead
And I can see this driving me
Back into drugs, insanity
And Crystal meth
Or the queen herself
The Boi King himself
Some heroin in the crook of my swollen elbow
Ya don't know
What it means to die
Until purpose in life
Is torn the fuck away
And you don't know
Anything
But how to twist and abuse me
And to break my heart
So I paid by the hour for months
I didn't know that
But I paid by the hour for months
Just to learn that
I paid by the hour for you
To show me just how little i mean
To show me just how little I mean
To show me just how much I should leave
I should leave this life