"this is how it's gonna be"
 
i exist as a question mark (okay, maybe an interobang) a casual slouch connecting two dots with a curve of lack-grace ease half-asleep on good days full-out terror on the bad sped-down and slowed-up in equal measure and, i wanna be sorry for the trouble i'm likely to cause but i'm physically incapable of that particular emotion i am sorry that i'm not sorry though.