Pig Shit

sitting in the hard to breathe bleach fumes of your hair working pedantically or so it feels most of the time watching you scrub mold off the ceilings just so when we leave it grows back I read the writing on the walls smiling like a pig rolled in shit I read the writing on the walls locked in the bathroom for a bit sitting in the hard to breathe couch you're over there we're holding on each minute at a time and horrors i said i wouldnt watch and all the bodies ive seen i havent seen bring them all home I read the writing on the walls smiling like a pig rolled in shit And I wouldn't change a goddamn thing I'm just too happy that your life was here for me to live in it bring them all home bring them all home bring them all home