Something Less Than Intended

Remember those ideals, remember mom and dad? We’re them.
Remember carefree friendship, oh those great times.
Living like the stars, just playing with our hearts, how cute.
Predestined predestined I’m predestined. Let’s play scapegoat, let’s play
martyr.
Pretty intention. Let’s be living dead. OK, I’m going to fuck you over now.
It’s like I’m living someone else’s life. OK, I’m going to fuck you over now,
but I know I’m not «them.» Flashy packaging leads me to believe in the novelty
of my own being. Evolving into enemy into trash into self.
Look at this hand, would I hurt someone? The tongue will brand, regardless.
Looking in the mirror, I’d trust that face. Pausing for reflection,
you’d be a fool to.
Remember please lost memory too bad.