Back For A Beating

What can I say?. I'm back for a beating. Back here again. Look at you now. Trying to breathe when there's work to be done. . You're so ordinary. You're so, you're so.

6pm In The City

6pm in the city. Everyone looks just like you. It's not the same alone. Fishing for your sympathy. I'm just fishing for your sympathy. . You're not like any other one I've found before.

Make It Bleed

Willetta

Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you prop my eyelids up with toothpick thoughts. . Thursday, shuffling feet on your cemetery lawn. Weeping about your skin, in your sleep you just slid it off.

Try

Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors. The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know. Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates.

Talk About

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 have come to rescue me from my sentence.

Sweet Talk

Speak dumb like every other one. Don't want to let you down. I'd rather let you fall apart. And so you back off. A bit less obvious. Oh you forgot I called.

Skinned Knees & Gapped Teeth

Was it a broken arm or collar bone?. It depended on the week. And me with my black eye stitched from head to feet. Uncomfortably happy. All skinned knees and gapped teeth.

Saintly Rows (oh Oh)

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 psalms.

Run In The Front

Run in the front like you said. I'm sad I'll miss it send it back in the photographs. And I could use a vacation myself. My eyes are bored. . Stuck in the lot for days.

Parallel Lines

There's no sound, no one around. Half the sun's gone underground. All the dead still hold their heads. But their old weeping won't resound. As we drag our western talks.

Paper Bag

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.

Oh No!

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.

Now It's Over

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.

Mother Make Me Golden

Mother make me gold again again again again. It was us and you and him you you and him and. Each of us were golden. Like sunset on my childhood curtains.

Midwestern Dirt

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.

It's Gettin' Easy

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 dancing puppets on short saliva strings.

If Not For My Glasses

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 be there tomorrow.

I'm Not Cryingyou're Not Crying, Are You?

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 say, I can't really say.

I'm Bored, You're Amorous

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.