you re pretty in the kind of way the compliance is dull nerves in our subversive brains you d think that we don t believe anything shoved at us as an artless fact ideal dressed to a t and that s not to say that you aren t pretty because you re beautiful to me we don t grow well when we huddle in groups and we cry all the time and we obstruct the emphasis on routine days and i don t really care about the future i care about what keeps you away and i choose to acknowledge anger when no one s ready to listen like at these ostentatious parties and i m half drunk in this crowded kitchen and i yell you re a fucking hypocrite you wear your fear under your makeup being passive or being hostile it s good to smile to avoid the closeup it s a violent incentive i just jerk you around and you re always disappointed we both feel tied down it s an eternal conundrum why we do what we do and we always discontinue what we don t misconstrue