coffeewhiskey

I still have a leg, lets row around stow lake

those men with the meat cleavers
are always so ready to cut it off
behind their white aprons
on top of their small fat feet
well I've been grinding my teeth
and my tongue is the sharpest thing
and running away is the fastest course
of action I can pretend
I can pretend
I never play tornado, with you again
I have my own will, I have jars of hearts
I have my own kidneys distilled
tonight, again and again
she's a nice young soul
for her won't you let me go
this airplane crash is all you
it's all you
let's fight with dynamite sticks
and it's all you
it's force-fit habits
and don't our earthquakes sting
when we try to remember what we were saying
or what we meant
when we end everything again
and
I know we will repeat this
oh, again
and again and again.