The Grind

I'm never gonna fit into the size you're selling

Telling me that's what I want,

The grind, the gym

But your grind is not my grind

to me, the bag is a high in itself,

Not a means to an end

The end you think I want

The body you think I long for

But I don't want your motivation in a bottle

That's a jitter made to forget

The heaviness, the ache

Wellbutrin for the side effect, not the cure

I see your leg shaking, and that's cool because you

don't care

About anything, really

A need to work, to stroll vertically down into a hell of

soma

Go, en masse

Fake a frame

Fresh-cut head, fresh-cut bones,

I'll support you, I'll never judge you because I am you