I hope your lips are lonely,
That they feel abandoned
And they’re quivering.
I hope your bed is cold at night,
I hope you’re fucking shivering.
I hope your giant heart falls out,
Slips like mine out from my sleeve.
I hope you chest cavity caves in
Every fucking time you breathe.
I hope that you find people,
That there’s a line, a streak for you.
But most importantly
I hope you know
That I hope none of this is true.