connecting*the*dots

I’m free now to direct a movie,
sing a song or write a book
about yours truly.
How I’m so interesting, and I’m so great,
but I’m really just a fuck up.
It’s such a waste
to burn down these walls around me,
flexin’ like a heartbeat.
I don’t like to speak.
Don’t talk to me for about a week.
I’m sorry, it just hurts to explain.
There’s something going on that makes my guts ache.
I got guilt.
I got fever.
I got regret.
I’m such a panic-stricken waste.
I’m such a jerk.
I was honest,
I swear.
The last thing I’d ever do . . .
Honest, I swear,
the last thing I want to do is ever cause you
pain . . . . .

- Mark Sandman