excuse me while i drench in deception
because lately
days reek of expired milk
the dates carry on
without signs of better days to come
i hold no proof of days
good and lived

now, hol’ up
let me remind you
to remind me
how much you just didn’t give
a day
a dam
a half
a gallon
more
or
less

‘cause i forget
when the milk is gone
until it reeks
when the carton is opened
and the smell
swallows the room
in sour wave
like, hol’ up

fuck

life is good, right?
life is smellin’ like the shit, right?
life is living proof of good days lived, right?
you mean you don’t have to worry about shit, right?
you don’t have to live with rottenness in your house, right?

‘cause i forget
that life goes on
even when you have
spoiled milk
in the fridge