this house

everything flows downwards from the walls of this house

goes flowing downwards from the walls of this

like breaking a virginity or

breaking out a floodgate a little bit more every day

everything flows downwards from the walls of this house

goes flowing downwards from the walls of this

like losing a virginity or

breaking out a floodgate a little bit more every day

like soap bubbles my kitty tries to catch

flowing downwards from the walls of this house

going backwards to the graveyard of this house

burning every single photo of being young

and i'm young and i'm losing my mind

naked

this city is more like a ghost to battle

i kinda wish it would take me down

to where i'm not supposed to be

in the slums and the sleaze

where all the cripple do not pretend they're not crippled

i bet she goes to sleep naked

i have spent too much time

arching this back of mine

the straight course is much more appealing

nymph

when pressed against anything sharp

gentle girl tissues tend to erupt

a snow-flaked floor is up against my face

oh why did i ever agree to this

did you have to uncover whatever's left of my heart

take the cliché that is me and turn it into art

cars downstairs like candydrops in flames

and the phone sounds like a nymph screaming out your name

pass time

i'm ruled by itching and cigarette ashes

i keep discover where i least want to

day is a way to pass the time

but i rather avoid time these days

more gaps between the lines

and angels on t.v i don't understand

i'm filing emotions like paychecks or the rent they seem no different anyway

like genome research i pin the blackboard to the wall

and chalk down all those goddamn squeakings in my soul

day is a way to pass the time but i rather avoid time these days

fire

slack down at my work at the coal mine

and you won't fire me but will not pay for what i find

i am not pretty and i can't smile

i'm so quiet you would hear cars driving on top of me

and everything's so easy when you're not with me

stop wishing won't you start wishing

don't you wish you were a part of a better demographic,

wish you had a better starting point

in the morning

i step outside of the door that he built to contain me inside

and all i want is go back in

see them waving their goodbye to me

and i'll drink my wine and -

i see my sons coming back from the war

sit all still and silent and i know i'm the one who sent them there

see them running fast and hard from me

and i'll close my eyes and -

i wait for you to come home all mad

and won't say a word cause we don't wanna take it to bed

but in the morning you'll feel better

and i'll wake up with a headache

ink

look for myself in these pages of written words

crazy and crooked and neat and round

i would just die if i'd spend another day

in this mess of ink

comma, dot, flat line