Moisten the prickle a bit. Turn the volume down a tad. Loosen the restraints so I can almost not feel them. Instill purpose without disturbing resignation. Moisten the prickle a bit more. Feed me the volume like it was rare. Dismiss the seeming wake in the seasons. Instill hatred without lessening attention to detail. Restore the restraints.
I confess I don't feel like sending you my thoughts today. I'd like to say that I have no thoughts, but that's not true. I have no thoughts that seem worthy of clarification. Of course, the distinction is ridiculous - NO thought is worthy of clarification. Clarification is just the process the fantasy needs to pretend it's on the way to itself. Fuck clarification; give me the meat and leave me alone.
Goodbye to all my friends at the beach.... I will be living on Christmas Island throughout the month of December for it's clever name and seasonal festivities...
i walk all around the house in nothing but a shirt
i'm not embarrassed to go out, it wouldn't be the first i've looked underneath everything the place is such a mess
there's stuff to do, i must go out, it's probably for the best
i couldn't find my pants today
i think it's probably better that way
i used to dream i was at school and running with no pants
that nightmare has become my dream, it's difficult to grasp
even though i must avoid a visit from the cops
there's nothing i like better than to walk up to the shops i couldn't find my pants today
i think it's probably better that way
i walk all around the house in nothing but a shirt
i'm not embarrassed to go out, it wouldn't be the first i've looked underneath everything the place is such a mess
there's stuff to do, i must go out, it's probably for the best
i couldn't find my pants today
i think it's probably better that way
i used to dream i was at school and running with no pants
that nightmare has become my dream, it's difficult to grasp
even though i must avoid a visit from the cops
there's nothing i like better than to walk up to the shops i couldn't find my pants today
i think it's probably better that way
i walk all around the house in nothing but a shirt
Walk away, I walk the wire
And my fields are burning in the flames
Feel my way, blind in the mire
Struggling from your voice inside my head
But now everything's trying to drag me down
But I'll rip the sky from the ground
But tell me now, who's my saving one
Jesus or a gun
Stripped away my last desire
Nothing comes and nothing's sent away
Happiness I couldn't hire
Struggling from these thoughts inside my head
But now everything's trying to drag me down
But I'll rip the sky from the ground
But tell me now, who's my saving one
Jesus or a gun
All that's safer falls from my favor
When it over who will cry for me
It's safe to say I don't desire
Everything you push inside my head
And I'll reject it until I'm dead
But now everything's trying to drag me down
But I'll rip the sky from the ground
But tell me now, who's my saving one
Jesus or a gun
And my fields are burning in the flames
Feel my way, blind in the mire
Struggling from your voice inside my head
But now everything's trying to drag me down
But I'll rip the sky from the ground
But tell me now, who's my saving one
Jesus or a gun
Stripped away my last desire
Nothing comes and nothing's sent away
Happiness I couldn't hire
Struggling from these thoughts inside my head
But now everything's trying to drag me down
But I'll rip the sky from the ground
But tell me now, who's my saving one
Jesus or a gun
All that's safer falls from my favor
When it over who will cry for me
It's safe to say I don't desire
Everything you push inside my head
And I'll reject it until I'm dead
But now everything's trying to drag me down
But I'll rip the sky from the ground
But tell me now, who's my saving one
Jesus or a gun
Running out of time again where did you go wrong this time?
When your problems overwhelm you, go get drunk it's party time.
Take a quaalude, relax your mind relax your body too Run from your problems but you'll never get away
no one wants you, and you wonder why?
Sitting there with your mouth full of beer
Your eyes are glazed, your face is red
Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight?
And when you're on the streets with a needle in your arm selling your body for another fix
Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight?
Your running out of breath again
You're an old maid, but you're only 18
You are losing your little girl's charm
Cry all night - You'll never get it back.
Don't be afraid, it's not too late.
Save yourself, I need you here.
Wearing off, Wearing out....
I can't think about it, cause it makes me sick!
Sitting there with your mouth full of beer
Your eyes are glazed, your face is red
Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight?
Not me. Not me,
And when you're on the streets with a needle in your arm selling your body for another fix
Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight?
Not me, Not me. Not me.
When your problems overwhelm you, go get drunk it's party time.
Take a quaalude, relax your mind relax your body too Run from your problems but you'll never get away
no one wants you, and you wonder why?
Sitting there with your mouth full of beer
Your eyes are glazed, your face is red
Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight?
And when you're on the streets with a needle in your arm selling your body for another fix
Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight?
Your running out of breath again
You're an old maid, but you're only 18
You are losing your little girl's charm
Cry all night - You'll never get it back.
Don't be afraid, it's not too late.
Save yourself, I need you here.
Wearing off, Wearing out....
I can't think about it, cause it makes me sick!
Sitting there with your mouth full of beer
Your eyes are glazed, your face is red
Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight?
Not me. Not me,
And when you're on the streets with a needle in your arm selling your body for another fix
Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight?
Not me, Not me. Not me.
Today I saw a small child weeping. Perhaps weeping is the wrong word. His mother explained to me that it was not true grief. This was grief, she said, designed to get something. And I thought, have I anything but pretend grief? And I asked myself what I meant, in these daily excretions of pretend grief, to aquire? And I couldn't answer. And I felt true grief.
Clean sheets mean a lot,
To a guy who sleeps on the floor.
Well I wanted your love,
and a shelf on your dresser drawer.
You tucked me in,
Stopped my tossing and turning.
But I turned back the covers,
And I saw those sheets are dirty.
You know you'll never come clean,
You know it's true.
Those sheets are dirty,
And so are you..
The warnth of a bed,
To a guy who sleeps on the floor.
Was enough to perpetuate,
All the lies I heard before.
Now I want to hold you,
Got to hold my pillow instead.
Cause my pillow would NEVER lie,
Or be with a stranger in my bed.
You know you'll never come clean,
You know it's true.
Those sheets are dirty,
And so are you.
wheres the love i was looking for? its out the door
i'm afraid to see you anymore, so its back on the floor.
cause those sheets are dirty
woke up this morning alone on the floor
thinking about those clean sheets and the way it was before
when i looked in the mirror i saw your face & thought of the past
now i know how dirty you are i took my fist and smashed the glass.
You know you'll never come clean you know it's true
Those sheets are dirty and so are you
Those sheets are dirty....
To a guy who sleeps on the floor.
Well I wanted your love,
and a shelf on your dresser drawer.
You tucked me in,
Stopped my tossing and turning.
But I turned back the covers,
And I saw those sheets are dirty.
You know you'll never come clean,
You know it's true.
Those sheets are dirty,
And so are you..
The warnth of a bed,
To a guy who sleeps on the floor.
Was enough to perpetuate,
All the lies I heard before.
Now I want to hold you,
Got to hold my pillow instead.
Cause my pillow would NEVER lie,
Or be with a stranger in my bed.
You know you'll never come clean,
You know it's true.
Those sheets are dirty,
And so are you.
wheres the love i was looking for? its out the door
i'm afraid to see you anymore, so its back on the floor.
cause those sheets are dirty
woke up this morning alone on the floor
thinking about those clean sheets and the way it was before
when i looked in the mirror i saw your face & thought of the past
now i know how dirty you are i took my fist and smashed the glass.
You know you'll never come clean you know it's true
Those sheets are dirty and so are you
Those sheets are dirty....
