piano wire

i know how horrible i am
i've known i was no good
for a good long time
wheres'
whys'
not really any matter
 
cyanide and citrus fruit
belladonna
everything ends in E minor
mouth breather
knuckle walker at two am
notebook almost full again
using back pages
 
chloroform cologne
hot indian chick
dots not feathers
just might save my fucking life
if she does'nt talk too loud
jimmy hats or juicy juice
pulled a hammy stitching a hammock with hemlock
hope she likes bad boy types that always need saving
believes in victims
that there are actually innocents
 
no fat to burn from her soul ernest
doors into dark rooms
where the ghosts still hide
somebody keeps sucker punching and shhhing me
sounds like sam eliot
a stolen old friend
solenoid fried
sparks flying though
 
strange days
situation normal all fucked up
another snafu
ten minutes till tuesday
unemployment check
winter tummy tuck
 
it was a hard summer
the key to her heart
all my dope
a hangover without the pleasure of the booze
less turmoil  
less interesting
skip the dramatics
idyllic but boring
buy you a drink for your real name and age
or we can both go dark again and just let the pipes freeze
 
trying to find a decent stall to draw water
she likes it when i wash her hair
take out her plugs
put my first finger through the lobe and pull mid coitus
be still woman
stay that salty tongue
i want this one to end in G
 
i'll be a sin eater for you and always
be the one who fucks it up
 
crawling down this road of rocks and nails
under the touch of a lover that feels like 18 wheels
passive aggressive emotional vampires  
passing each other on the down slope
of bringing wreckage back from the top of the hill
because having enough hubris
to call yourself  
an artist,a writer,a real musician
is the best reason i can come up with for destroying
everything