I feel like
Christ and I
might have the kind
of love-hate relationship
you have
with your college room mate,
who gets drunk all the time
and eats your food,
but late at night
when you are sobbing your eyes out
after dosing on some bad shit,
he's there for you, man,
just to pat you on your back and remind you that
mornings coming,
but he's gotta go, friend, sorry,
his girlfriends waiting and he's totally gonna get laid tonight.

You think to yourself, he's alright, that Christ,
sometimes he thinks some pretty deep shit,
sometimes it seems like he has it all together,
sometimes you could even look up to him,
if he'd just be a little more dependable,
a little less asshole-ish.

I feel like God and I
might have the same kinda relationship that
my mother and I have.
That same overpowering
'I gave birth to you, you'll do as I say'
as I walk out the door to go to a friends house and drink underage
as I tell her I hate her
but really just want her to hold me,
then later wish I still DID want her to hold me, but dont any more. at all.

10/07/2009

Posted on 10/07/2009
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