You could do better
but you choose to do worse instead
and when worse comes to worst
you blame fate
and find a bottle to forget.
This is madness,
she said.
And he said,
yes.
You could get help
but you choose harm instead
and when you wake up in the ER
you say that nothing makes sense
and that nobody gets it.
Insanity,
she said.
And he said,
yes.
You could change your ways
but you choose to stay the same instead
and when the mistakes repeat
you admit defeat
by way of the hand you were dealt.
You're fucking crazy,
she said.
And he said,
maybe—
but you're missing the point,
because the choices available to you
aren't always available to me.
I can't explain it,
but I can tell you it's tried to kill me before.
This isn't gonna work out,
she said.
And he said,
no.
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