what a long fucking week.



everything is just a distraction.

boom.


this is television
late night television scripted with precision
a corner store pulp fiction sits where your heart isn't
and with your eyes so green and your pinkish theme
you made an old friend seem rather dead to me
alas the weapon sex can be
your body's a weapon and you're afraid it could get out
a friend of the devil and you're afraid it could get out
but still you're ok
a blade for a bleeder and you're afraid it could get out
don't say i don't cut when i do
don't say im lying when im true
the razor...
don't say we're healing when its just not what we do
you rub off supicious
so vile and aniscious
with a heart so vicious
you dare to ask what this is
this is so delicious
to eat the best of you
like the others do, we take your pride from you
the drive-in, the embassy, the jets, its all the same to me
so many suitors, i don't even have a suit to wear
so many influential fingers running through your hair
i am the razor in the hand of your heart
i am the razor in the hands of god

-sassie!