​I’m a fucking

Piece of work,

I bet the bank on black, forehead pressed to table

Hands sandwiched between, I shouldn’t be here at all

Breath says Johnnie walker

fingertips leaving fingerprints of tar and grass ironic because

My baby’s in her first play today and she plays the sunflower

I play the roulette, my chips might as well be gunpowder

I’m playing with my life

In the worst ways

Its a thrill I seek, compelled to disorder that somehow functions daily

I wear it like it’s tattooed to me, i can’t hide it at all