I know there were down times.
Down times when
you challenged my manhood.
When you pointed out facts
when I was still living
in terms of possibly maybe.
There were down times
when it was the least I could do
not to strike
the match heads you gave me
to the years of combustibles
accumulated in my 'ead
before I knew a person like you
could exist on this fuck of a planet.
I still want you to be
the five fingers on my arm
that tell me to stop,
in lieu of the five fingers of some pig.
I guess what I'm sayin' is
I am going down with this ship,
but I'm glad you got out
when you did.
