two left out on the edge of nothing
and here i was trying to be good
if it ain’t wrong then it don’t feel right
and i’ve cut it off before. yeah i broke it off before.
i need designer vacations and drugs with a kick
you can’t kiss me on these filthy sheets
i want to get away. i want the repartee.
i want a copper bullet stuck between my teeth
two months ahead of desperation
yet all these deadlines slide & twist
if it don’t hurt, i can’t afford it
& i’ve had it on my lips. yeah i had it on my tongue.
these days i prefer sleeping in; touch me in dreams
there still more solid than these blisters
without a microphone i really am alone
you should really see the way my atom splits.
if trust was the priority i’d only trust the birds
but my muscles are craving a laugh or a knife
constellation cabernet lock & bottled stars
there’s no space for metalcraft
it’s not safe for beating hearts
i’ll take & wrap you whole in paper
you’re tight & huge inside my skin
the golden apple fell. you got your wishing well.
but you won’t drop the penny in.
mattress dungeon 