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another evening spent in the corners of my brain, where i wander off into the dark; i close my eyes and hope the wolves won't follow me, but hope's hard of hearing, so i'm waiting for the teeth
arms were rivers through sinuous hills
as if it knows who you are, it's changing shape in the dark
both hands, please use both hands, oh, no, don't close your eyes; i am writing graffiti on your body, i am drawing the story of how hard we tried
dehydrated back into minerals, a lifelong walk to the same exact spot; carbon's anniversary, the parting of the sensory
distance and space allow emotions to age into faith; our bodies may end up alone, but close
from a black widow's reckoning, your fortuitous spine opened up like a marionette, danced a whimsical pride
grandmother, the water is rising, my boundless hair has gotten green; i'll be your swimming forest island, bid you walk safely, safely over me
i am a road, i wind along alone, all day until the coast
i don't wanna lose my pride but i'm'a fuck me up a bitch
if curiosity kills cats, we better teach the cat to fight back
i found no people for killing time, so i found time for killing people
if you believe in this world, then no one has died in vain, but don't you dare get to the top and not know what to do
i had to learn that the helping hand can be the same that holds the knife; no, i'm not well, but i'm alright
i'm on a bus, on a psychedelic trip, reading murder books, tryin' to stay hip; thinkin' of you and you're out there, so, say your prayers
into a bright-bound, sea-surrounded fury our bodies will return
i've seen what you have made in all it's beauty; what i cannot create, i recognize
jump from the hook, you're not obliged to swallow anything you despise; you see those unrepenting buzzards want your life and they've got no right
just 'cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there
my friends, my habits, my family, they mean so much to me, i just don't think that it's right; i've seen so many ships sail in, just to head back out again and go off sinking
my thoughts are the cold kind, i got storm clouds that are brewing behind my eyes; and my heart will be blacker than your eyes when i’m through with you
oh, and i laugh all the way to hell, saying "yes, this is a fine promotion"
oh god, i think i'm dead, i can't see outside my head-- brains and bloods and cryptic gang men, czars and warlords breaking bread. thoughts are thought, what's said is said-- i thought that 'fore you said it. i didn't mean to think out loud, my tongue slipped, but who let it? let it be, let me be, let me go, no, let me out-- my manhood nods and whispers when my father screams and shouts; dear dad, i'm sad you're dead, a new man standing at the pulpit; he bows before a wooden cross and forces praise the culprit. i'm a tenor in the choir but i sing a different song, of how the where's and why's of now all prove i don't belong, but i'm staying, i've planted seeds and plan to watch them grow, i've watered all my wishes, dreams fulfilled, more seeds to sow; and i promise to learn to love the way i've learned to fear, to unknot all the inhibitions tangled in my hair, to let my ego mound in piles around the barber chair and make a graceful exit from my vexed and troubled years. i've decided i've been invited to my own resort where knights can leave their armor neatly piled by the door and every woman, child, and man will gather by the shore and study how sea lions swim in cursive
peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night, riding your bicycle into the light; ride like a maniac into the light
somebody's watchin', maybe you want 'em to see you, but with your regrets and secrets, you don't really want them to be you. well, you can make believe i'm blind, and for now i'll be just fine, but when the child grows up to have more than just your eyes, don't be surprised
strayed above the highway aisle, jagged vacance thick with ice, but i could see for miles, miles, miles
the desert heat left us all in the dark, buried the sun, so i carried the torch; head over heels with eyes on the prize, i settled for less and it's more than enough, just say 'when'
there's an officer, a senator, a digger and a sewer, a beggar and a thief; we all sit at different tables, but they drink the same poison as me
the sound of longing pouring out your mouth, we're drowning
the space heater's glowing like a miniature gate to hell
they tell me i can't get in 'cause there's just no more room, but they lie, they look me in the eye, a difficult goodbye to all the things we hide
to get a word from the wise would be a welcome surprise
we don't need to know the way home to see where we should go, we don't need to know the answers to ask why the truth hurts, we don't need to see the stars shine to know that it's gonna be our time, we don't need to feel love's touch to know that it's with us
well, jesus christ, i'm alone again, so what did you do those three days you were dead? 'cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend
you so fuckin' precious when you smile