What Have I Done to Myself? - Quelle Chris

Hindsights perfect

Sometimes the road less traveled isn’t worth it

Regrets grow and sneak to the surface

That’s a day gone thinking

Where Everything’s a blur

And nothing’s really wrong

But my destiny is cursed

And I swear that I’m broken

Off to a bad start

The story still goes

The Hare and the tortoise

Both now no shows

You pay for those

Appointments

I’m molting

While the whole worlds burns

Thats death and some regrowth

Existence is token

Experience the cut throat

I wish I coulda raised me

Hand on the stove

Training Wheels off

Kinetic with learning

Now you’re cooking

Like you’re hungry and you’re useless

Or a mother fucking doofus

Future or back burner

Either way you’re getting chewed up

Watch where you step

Expect the unexpected

Shame in knowing that my

Agency’s protected

I’m a piece of shit and I get it

Dig myself deeper

Foot in mouth like a fetish

Cat got my tongue now

Regret the present

Crux of my post love

Over and new start

Crushin my true form

Who are these dates for?

Novelty sex swarm

Fought off the bed bugs

Drone in my day job

Im not having a good one