Frothing

I'm better now than I was before

At callousness and feigning all remorse

If you're in my presence, baby,

Listen to my words:

"I'm better now but I can be much worse."

Every day is a slower race

From monotony into a neutral grave

Peppered with spontaneity

and little bouts of life

We electrify ourselves with neon lies

I'm not a preaching man

But I know this ain't a way to live

I'm not a loving man

Nothing to take away. So don't give.

We promise each other eternity

But can't go a day without infidelity

We lie and bray and fight and scathe

Complacency just ain't in our veins.

Cold life, warm grave.

Sad love, great lay.

Darker now, white hot lies

Evil lust, purity crimes.

Dead words, truthful moves

Caress of secrets, transparency blues

Harmful cadence, loving gaze

Faulty merits, imperfect ways.

I just want everything to die.