Former Cheerleader (Loss)

We'll just be shuffled about according to the developers' will. Forever spent wanting and not having no matter how many times I have savored a final cigarette the black hole of desire still eating away at me. 30 years have passed and really it's just figure eights every eight to ten years, we look back with mooney eyed nostalgia and pay tribute to days past to decades we skipped past running mostly on our heels our soles concur. Would you have married me? Would it have been better if we were born earlier I wish we could have worshiped Snapcase and The Rentals instead of Best Coast and Ariel Pink... Collectively wasting days though I couldn't say so with much authority just indulging in fantasy lives leading me to the conclusion that the ideas are more worth it than the trouble of putting them to work. I guess I'll always fucking hate you for denying me closure and when I said you were a part of me I guess I meant like a cancer, a lazy fucking cancer that will forever eat at me...

...but really I never tried to find a cure anyway....