House of Cards/Situation

Sometimes my life feels like a house of cards that

Other people enjoy blowing their hot air around

It’s like I’m a little piggy and the world is my

Big bad wolf and everything that reminds me of her

Takes out my windows walls and roof.

I didn’t feel the love I need and neither did she but

It doesn’t make it any easier

Starting with one little stack

By yourself in a town you never even would have


Do I try to pick up the pieces and make a smaller

Steadier, tighter stack

Just for myself and no one else

Or do I move back to where I belong

And start fresh there instead

I don’t see much of a difference.

I wish I wasn’t in this situation.

And I really fucking wish

I had more materials than fucking

Playing cards.

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