are you coming?

read a book on how to be a bitch
he should read it
gave it to a hooker
but you could find it anywhere

smoke off the accusations
they don't know us
this is like a tree
say you'll be there when I'm one

or don't at all
i know your roots
are my lights on?
are you coming?
take it to the wall
i know your roots.

should i sing more about cigarettes?
should i find it in myself to forget, yet
remember you'll be back i bet
ringing your hands
ringing your hands?
should i sing less about you?
should i go under cause i already do, but who
if not for the overdue,
ringing his hands
ringing his hands?

drug for this

I think that I might be the Devil
you think that I might be the One
I don't think you'd believe the things I've done
but you're safe, baby
if you don't cry
I don't want you blue
but I know your type
and your sky
will wax gray
start raining all over you


I wish they made a drug for this
I'm that girl again and I apologize
I don't think you know how to believe your eyes
you're not safe here
cry, baby cry
you're already blue
and I know your type
and your sky
without color
will destroy and become you

there is a boy with your name
he wears a ring
I couldn't help but think
I was high and paranoid
I tore apart everything
that explains all the blood you're missing
and the endgame's got me wishing
you'd have turned out to be the married boy

clyde bruckman

movies I've never heard of
push at me
talk down to my palms
talk me down
at the foot of your bed
and at your feet

to your teeth

You can't talk her clean
When I can't see you through
What it is you make me do.
Can't kiss it back,
take her out, run a red.
You're in my bed
So make some room.

I love your girlfriend.

she said pass
and I could see the dead sea in her eyes
I lock up early, blinking hard
because all I got are ocean skies
she's falling apart on the dancefloor
to two four time
the apple of your attention and I bet ya
one match and we're all on fire

cornered me in the bathroom with chloraseptic

I skipped the funeral
like a lion should
but I cried in Montreal
and ruined breakfast

bruises installment #2

hey mister,
must you misplace your mistresses so?
downtown girlchild,
if you don't swallow, he'll swallow you whole.



01/06

intimacy is revolting

I'm low, baby
I don't know sleep
Honey got me breathless
Withdrawls, restless
God bless the hours I keep.
Don't talk to me about cheap.