This new you disgust me,
it appeals to the place I left you,
the place I met you,
the place I loved you.

Its seems you’ve changed clothes on the same street,
grown only a few more horns you devil,
strumming up the same beat,
I no longer want you to lick my self-indulgence.

Yet I need you to cut me,
scissor away the keloids we made,
help me move out our apartment,
I need the part of who you art thats genii.

The best of you you hardly share
and the rest of you I can’t take anywhere.

I’m like you in the purest ways,
the simple beginnings of you,
the I that I am won’t grow up to be you.
I Charlie Alfa Romeo Echo

By Jas’