Scrub away until the dirt comes off

The pictures of little me are a little bit too clean
A little bit too innocent
Too oblivious
Too carefree

There is no one left now
Literally
Practically
No one but the cigarette smoke
That sticks to my pores mixed with the smell of your skin
That stays behind

My eyes are a little bit too dull
And a little bit too fine

Im seen as a little bit too broken
As the damaged goods in a paper bag

Salvage them
Just to carefully place in the middle of the street
To be run over
By just another little intention

Live out your shelf life as a lifeboat.
And ask for nothing more in return
Just another
Circle
Just another
Careful goodbye
I didn’t realize I even said

Just walk away
A little bit too absent
A little bit too cowardly
A little bit too defeated

And im fine

A little bit too composed
A little bit too tolerant
A little bit too fucked up.