#I've met softer bricks than your fists

[socaito]

Bastard Baby

Cars cling to the cement sometimes if you listen close. They screech and sneer at eachother. Scream against the echoes of their own tires racing into infinity. I'd run out of gas if you drove me, you'd forget to fill me up. Mommy won't pay for your gas anymore after this. I'll make sure you can never tell me another lie. I'm more than a man you could ever be, I've built whole kingdoms without your help. To spite your sloth, and that soft pink pout.