Good Intentions - Marika Hackman

Don’t like my mouth

There’s just a hole where it used to be

Can’t even smile, not even if I’m happy

Don’t feel obliged to laugh on my behalf

Can’t eat it all, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now

Don’t fill me up, I really like my outline

And then you go ahead and ring me up

Asking about, my day, my mum, my dad

My head, am I okay

I don’t want your good intentions

I’m not your man, and I can

Sense your bullshit from my bedroom

It’s driving me mad, I’m not sad

But up on my throne I killed my sister

I’m so alone: I really, really miss her

And all those times she watched me bleeding out

Strapped on a tourniquet, and smiled

And told me I would be okay

I just need your good vibrations

I’ve gotten so ill, and I’m still

Rigor mortis, set in motion

Bring me to life, I’m so tired