I watched them from behind, on the wedding side.
When she leaned in, she was so thin I actually cried.
I watched them fall in love i’d never know the comfort of.
(but my tears, they disappeared as I decided to die)

Because, watching him, I realize he’s only a goal,
and his qualities are small to me; he’s nothing special…
besides, relations are imagination, just like love.
(And this impure, immature sir, he could never make me whole)

Soul Rapist, oh, take this fire out of my hands
because I’m made of dry wood carved into failed plans,
and you told me you would soak me in the Jordan River stream.
Then you told me you don’t know me and soaked me in gasoline.
Soul Rapist, oh, take this as a goodbye.
You’ll never be, never be, never been mine
to criminalize.

Misshapen, forsaken, risk-taking days…
Awaken so shaken from my stoned-cold haze.
Mistaken as taken, but gave it away
buck naked-“fuck, take it.”- there are better ways.

I watched them, wide-eyed, on their lefthand side.
They both said they would stay sober and both of them lied.
Subjected myself to too many beginnings not mine.

I’m happy you’re happy, but you’re not, you’re fine.
You’re not quite happy, but you’re satisfied.