Ash Wednesday! Single as a Pringle/Digital Desintegration

Single as a Pringle
Written by: Ash Wednesday

​Pretty sure the reason I am not married is because I do not own a printer.
Been spreading myself a little thin lately 
Been listening to "Sorry You're Not A Winner."

I won't have a free hour to get myself sufficient sustenance due to someone else's negligence.
But best be sure I have nothing to do when I get home so I am gonna go for my upteenth call with HR. 

Texting you in-between songs at night because I want to come off as cool. 
But you're fucking flakey as a pastry
You're behavior is kinda out there and wacky 

​I am like a fan of your crafty.
I am not even being nasty. 
I am a huge fan as you know 
So for you I want to show; 

I am fucking sitting here single as a Pringle 
Stacked and wrecked with salty food confection
Single and hesitantly not willing to mingle 
Without the proper flotation devices 

Single as a Pringle, alone but still using other chips to soften the holes and blows 
Filling up the empties
Hiding all the cans 

​( still need to come off as humble) 
But I am betting you a 20 there's dishes in your sink 
And I am willing to serve as a wedge just not as a crutch
Cause we're both broken at this day and age this whole things been a bit too much. 

Single as a Pringle
Stacked with all you other salty options 
Taken out for the hell of it 
It's definitely not because you are bored. 

Digital Desintegration
Written by: Ash Wednesday

​These digital days are so strange.
Downloaded software, still dealing with years of pending pain. 
These digital days they're not the same. 
Everything gets disrupted and my connection just isn't the same.

I am falling in love with people and things I've never touched. 
But in a sea of digital finality in retrospect we don't mean so much. 
Digital Degradation, no sense in saving.
Just make a new escape plan, forever scrolling. 

​The audacity to have some freedom. 
To look up at the sky.
Fuckin heartbreaking how these people live, when in reality we all just want to die. 

These digital days are just not the same.
And when I mention your name it's in the same breath as a mistake.
Disconnect with me, let's get out of this space.
All I want to do is actually touch and hold your face.