a breaker of deals

we're not in kentucky anymore, and i went there as far as it would always take me back to his bed yet again. misstepping the what's and when's - like it makes a difference in a he said/he said it again. just a battle of will's and won't's. just like i imagined them. like a gentrified chicken chain on every corner. because the easiest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but it's not the only one. i hope you came ready to get messy. finger-lickin gentrified chicken chain, close enough to the real thing, because what even is real in this world? does it have to be a thing? a breaker of deals? wheeling here and there, just to settle down together, forever? over a great big bucket of gentrified chicken chain. we are a family because the box says so. still all in this together? where is north going? is this where we turn different directions? is it too soon to say i told you so? didn't i tell you that you would break my heart some day? i didn't know how or when, but i knew you would and then you did. and i never ate at gentrified chicken chain again.