Good Friends and a Bottle of Pills

I fucked your girlfriend last night.
While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love.
She called me Daddy.
And I called her baby when I smacked her ass.
I called her sugar when I ate her alive till daylight.
And I slept with her all over me,
from forehead to ribcage I dripped her ass.
Sometimes I thought you might be spying,
living out some brash fantasy, but no.
You were knocked out.
But we were all knocked out you know.
In a way
I serve too many masters.
We didn’t know you’d break the bottle
that the magic came in to use those jagged shards
to cut our wrists and neck.
And you’d do it too, you’re that kind of dude.
But you wouldn’t know what you were doing
because I didn’t,
your girlfriend could have been a burn victim,
an amputee, a dead body.
But god damn I wanted to fuck.
I’m losing what’s left of my fucking mind,
I serve too many fucking masters.
(I told you. I told you motherfucker)