Foam Pit - Drug Church

Work on my presentation

Shoes shirt and dictation

Give my best effort to stand up straight for that

Emails politely phrased

Everything about me begs

Don’t pass me over please there’s rent I gotta pay

Those grimy eyes paw at you

Those greasy hands grab at you

They wanna wring what little you have left

You’re not welcome, they make it clear

They tell you, you’re only here to hold their ladder

Seeing a therapist but being open to risk

No way to safely convey the size of this shoulder chip

Running' on bitterness briar hooks into hips

Get hot from anger and melted straight into my couch

At least there’s some self in self-destruction