IMPULSE

Another needle breaks through my walls
Another narcissist with nothing at all
You need to solicit a reaction
To serve your undying lust for attention
You’ll never truly quite get it
But you’ll act like you understand it all
An unnecessary instinct
To act out of impulse
Do you ever fucking think?
I’ve had enough fun but I’ve only just begun, so don’t bite the bullet
I still need a reason to feed it to you, but I can’t stand the headache I get
With the sound of your voice bouncing around my head, might as well fuck off,
feeling better off dead
Like a waste of space looping through my brain
You lack all integrity, nobody will remember your name
Don’t you feel voiceless when you define yourself by your last fucking impulse
Like you mischaracterize the image of yourself in your own head
A feeble mindedness digs a hole that you just can’t climb out of
I’d love to watch you hit the ground running, but I know it’s where you’ll
collapse
I’d love to be the reason that you’ll no longer live to satisfy,
but you set your own flag half-mast
I can’t undig the path you led or reverse the choices you made
I’ll sit on the sidelines while you dig your own fucking grave