c u next tuesday

it took me until thirty
to pull my fucking pants up
still love love
death metal and gangsta rap
but i don't put cigarretes out on my hand anymore
i can relapse so fast
i look at everything 3d
through the wormhole i create
peering through
the 7.62 wound in my chest

lost my mind on the lower east side
walking naked backwards through a fountain
of infamy
it's hot and im hungry
a lil self loathing
is making a big come back
shout out to anna nicole
and her fat ass
i made it all happen like a corey taylor mask

got that brown paper bag swagger
waking up to an anxiety attack
wishing i could take back
every bad move i can't remember
i guess this is how david hasselhoff's career feels

if you don't sell out
you just end up
buying your own bullshit
sitting on the couch

who the fuck made the rule
it's not ok
to be in love with more than one person
only deify the underground
because of all the homeless people singing in the sewer

mr monster in the flesh
always resorting back to
that big black hole in my chest
quite the collection of mistakes
wrong turn
screw faced haste
hot as fuck
but eliza dushku
just sounds like a naughty word

absence does'nt make the heart grow fonder
just gives you time to find
someone else

the distance between
a barron landscape
and a hangover
is almost a good time

spend so much biting tongue
learn to live off blood

after birth always has such a negative conotation
no coincidence

navigate
shallow graves
put a condom on
that unicorn's horn

if not for being so far sighted
bite a better lyric
cut off your ear and send it to the south of france
now that i know of einstien's failed math
it all makes sense