Hot Liquids Burn Like Fire - This Path Sucks

A pill at night, another in the morning
Staving off the creeps of my psyche
Anxiety comes without warning
Pressure in my chest that won't stop spreading

I chose the road
I chose the path
And still I don't like where this is heading

Cutting out carbs, intermittent fasting
Fiber and juice, raw raw raw
Carrot stick cheerleader from central casting
It ends with some extra crispy breading

I chose the road
I chose the path
And still I don't like where this is heading

You kept the boutonniere like a tacky totem
But all the hair dye in Boca Raton
Does nothing for a bulging gut and saggy scrotum
The color is fading and the petals are shedding

I chose the road
I chose the path
And still I don't like where this is heading

Busy with grief, busy with mourning
In the absence of plans we made plans
You wanted support, instead I sent scorning
You got married but I wanted a wedding

I chose the road
I chose the path
And still I don't like where this is heading

Written by:
Elliott Marx

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