allergens

i have never had a clear day

it’s like pollen year round

i don’t think i can do this clean

i love these allergies too much

set my lungs on fire

and see if it spreads

it’s a good day when it does

it’s a good day

i don’t want to give it up

i know i probably won’t

i want the blurry flashbacks

i want the foggy weeks

stop telling me to cool off

i will blow the smoke of your words

back down your throat

and brand you with the hot ash

i know what has become of me