Santa Clarita Diet

i see you in fucking santa clarita.

fucking that bitch

that will never fucking love you

that will never treat you like me-

that will never protect you,

cherish you,

admire you,

adore you,

like me.

i see you in fucking santa clarita.

so i pop xanax like fucking skittles

and i mix it with all the fucking vodka

i can get my hands on,

and i hope that i can fucking die

so i can stop closing my eyes

and seeing you in fucking santa clarita

fucking someone

that isn’t me.



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