how you own the couch and the tv is your nightly company
how you engorge in chocholate and candy, all hidden cuz you wouldn't dream of sharing.
PIG is how i see you. i hope to not be like you. alone, alone and fat.
i blame you for dragging me down to your level.
when you were depressed, you used me as your company; where i learned all your dirty habits
i hate that you never encouraged me, you cried when i said i was depressed. YOU CRIED. its about how my actions make you look.
i hate being sober around you,
i hate when you talk to me
stop.
and im afraid i'm already so much like you.
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