i hope you’re dead

and i hope for this a hundred times a day

because i died that night you decided my body was yours for the taking

and every morning i wake up i feel the same

and every time a man looks at me i feel the same

and every time i hear your name i feel the same

and every time i drive past your house i feel the same

and every time i say ‘no’ i feel the same

because what good has this word done for me

because what has it ever done for you