the part that rips me apartis you play a tough guy on tvgunslinger with soft handsthat betray the lie in every touchoh you’re such a characteri wonder sometimesif i molded you out of my ownsynapses and neuronsand quickened heartbeats
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do you understand. do you understand. do you understand.
there is no way to stop the process of aging on a physical level so any contract you may have signed with satan or one of his dudes simply means you’ll stop developing & date people in their early 20s & be vulnerable to high school bullies this is not a criticismit’s only the truthContinue reading “do you understand. do you understand. do you understand.”
finding
what a beautiful dayto meet myself againthese roots go deepinto soft soildrinking the rainand the high speedon the mountain good morning darlinglet us speak in songi have so much to singi have so much to danceand we have this chance i will wear myself outspinning in my new dressi will show myself myselfhips and thighsContinue reading “finding”
how about a quick one
i am a patient personi am a kind personi am not a person who expects muchi am a person who can be set asidei am not a person who will complaini am a person who will support you but i will be a personwhether you like it or notoh darling you handed me my shoesandContinue reading “how about a quick one”
dim bulbs, small village
the problem, alwaysis the diminishing returns& at some point you find yourselfin the wee hours drinking wine &cutting lines to sun kil moonwhile the beautiful ones sleepas if you couldn’t close your own eyesbut you’re hundreds of milesfrom anyone who’s ever really given a shityou could call & get another talkabout worry & your bloodContinue reading “dim bulbs, small village”
words as gas as trees as words
there’s probably an extended metaphorabout a car that can go fast as helland no doubt for long distancesif you don’t mind the constant presenceof alert lights and the frequent dangerof getting pulled over with no licensebut the diminishing returns have hitand my whole thing right now isyou won’t speak clearlythere’s always some part breaking downandContinue reading “words as gas as trees as words”
buried bullets
i’m hiding out no morethan ever before in my lifei have obscured myselfthrough exposurebegging to be discoveredwishing to be found you hear these storiesabout buried starstreasure hiddenin the smallest of townsyou hear these storiesabout dreams in good sleepand we all know it’s rarebut we all thinkwe’re the special onesat least i do so i lieinContinue reading “buried bullets”
m+m 5ever
we’ve had a good runyou and me and these synthsgot this plan in place& a place i’ve planned& plates & planes & pilotswe’ve got no time to spareget me alone i’ll say it again& again & again then againeverything is synthesizedfalse light in false eyesyou want me to fix that?
it’s a great day for nothing
gloomy gloomy outside holy holywe’ve got angels touching downsobbing in their sleep& the whole mountain seemscoated in sweat and vomit and pissat least it’s a break from gravitythe leaf believes in the carrying windthe knot in your tonguewill kill you in the end
rhymes with noose
mess with those country boys& you’ll understand a whole genreof breakup songsmy man done stole my heart& my money& drank both of em awaywe ain’t right for nothinbut yodelayeehooshore is easy to fallin some kinda lovein a golden sunsetin a pine grovein those eyes