Old lies Half right Happy in love Long list In black pen Happy in love Loose grip, and tight lipped Thinning your blood Begging Not sleeping Happy in
"Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit
Shaking my teeth loose on your table The dullest white squares I'll never be Now that you've picked each one apart you can't look at me I'll probably
I want to bury your face in the midwestern dirt To dull the shape And cut that hand that changed my name Polishing And my next words could be my last
I've got this feeling in my blood that I want more This ain't enough A girlfriend, a movie A slow dance, and straight teeth Some candle lit forced sentiment
I'm like a paper cup with a pin prick You can fill me up but I'll only stay full for a while And wisdom's only shown me that my loneliness is all my fault
Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows Cacophonous caws, bacterial ponds flap Pavement moans Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Caustic alarmed cavernous
In this act I'll disguise those dead eyes Stretch tight the lips A glistening gum line Mouth curtains pulled I shine My yellow stage light smile distracting
Oh, no, I had a thought and a feeling I watched them fasten the noose I wonder what to do, I wonder what to do Oh, no, smirking the whole time Jim spoke
A postcard of apple cores on spit strained wooded floors I spent an evening getting practice looking bored And there's a leaf on the sill but it won't
So many ways, but you don't ever see 'em coming Staggering aimless on a ribbon pulled for miles Too many states, to many animalistic neon blinking days
Did the seesaw nights put their hands on you? I can't really say, I can't really say Are you swinging from the eaves in a tasteful noose? I can't really
You're like a constant crowding consonant I'm a claustrophobic; I, I said We're as comfortable as wool warming naked indifference Thank God your words
Gone for a while And then blink and revile My old habits get confused. They've been placating my mood And selling me cheap solitude But I've run out of
Ask her to stay Ignition turns, the engine burns to life She drives away Away into the night Storm rolling in The darkness descending and then She
i want a beer and i want it now i want a cigarette and i want it now i want a girl and i want her now i want these thing's from time to time i want these
One got addicted and the other ran away Some settle down a familiar place One lets go the wheel while the other one steers One got the money that the
Sometimes I just get so frustrated I don't even bother sleeping anymore And all this seems overrated in all of us Is all the things we said and done If