My Arizona Green Tea kind of tastes like blood
I guess that's what happens to hours-old
Arizona Green Tea
Like my feelings
After being left in my room for hours
They kind of taste like blood
Or metal
If you taste like blood
I won't mind
I will characterize the taste with you
And then, when I taste blood, I'll say
"This blood kind of tastes like Ashley"
I hope, someday, that prosthetic emotions are
Sold in convenience stores
Those would be TRULY convenient
I want to drive somewhere new
But I don't want to pay for the gas in my mom's car
I want to take you to the mall
But pretend that it's my mind
And name every store after my emotions
And every person as my depression
And you as my source of happiness
And me as a tumor on my brain
And the food court as a food court
Because food is good
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