When you ask me what I want, all i hear is white noise in my head. And it’s funny because if you hadn’t asked i’d be able to obscure the white noise with more white noise. But you insist on asking me what I want, or worse still, asking me what I want to do. And the answer is in the white noise. I don’t want to do anything. I think I just want to go to sleep and never wake up.
I wish I could be an arsehole like you
not caring what others think
not giving any thought to what you do
but then sometimes I glimpse
that side of you
that maybe isn’t too bad
and then I hate it, because then I can’t remember
if I’m meant to feel sorry for you, or pissed off
and you’ve already taken too much sympathy from me
being angry at you feels better
because I can’t take the sorrow of it on my shoulders
so go and be an arsehole
so I can stop caring too.