As if to say
As if to say I never mattered
The syrup forms in a puddle in my fridge
The toppled jars inside the side compartment
And the sludge that built up from too many lazy Saturdays
I am drinking wine and the house is on fire
I cannot find my shoes
I made my bed 2 weeks ago
But I put on my best perfume
I smell like royalty and my blood runs hot
But I am in a burning house
I refuse to flee