That’s another thing
Asking for money
Honestly she makes money
I make more
I know I live for free
But I’m never home
That’s stressful for a parent
I don’t say I sleep here
Because she’d worry
I showed my mom
All the pictures
I was very sweet once
I’d punch you in your face
I have a good job
But I feel like a babysitter
She’s been getting annoying
Stubborn she throws the remote
She hasn’t seen them
She’s mute but she shouldn’t throw things
Do you love her
She doesn’t care
She’s addicted
Self righteousness is futile
We’re all pieces of shit
I miss the wetness between
Your thighs
The devil’s hour always puts me in a satanic mood.
Horny and hungry.
