My anger is a sign of disgust with myself A stewing serenade I hear the sirens on their way The chemicals inside of me just kept on swimming through
displacement, the basement, isolation commented relented six stairs down naked bulb, tired lungs, tired eyes, crooked thumbs not up but sideways for now
baseball bats and salivating mouths in a square room, doors pocked. once again i'm alone insie a crowd, a misplaced throw, a misplaced swing and everything
face down on the ground. stormclouds lie in white snowpiles all around. i don't know if i can make it throughone more winter in this town. voted worst
another senseless week of crowded thoughts and crooked teeth morning frost and frozen sidewalks all those days that burn inside us swell up in the silence
raindrops fell without rage eyes half-closed skin like dark gray metal inanimate and cold. another flame to my face the smell of sulfur lingering away
so you're sinking kinda fast, that a great big light was your past. this is more than waking up when you're still at the bar hanging around with the queens
I scratched my name into the table. The knife and phone just fucking lay there. I orchestrate a day of routine elements. These letters are are so old
My friend Jimmy works on the Union Pacific line. Passed me a line about 9 AM and since then I been feeling fine. Passed a fifth of Old Kentucky in his
Like A Limb. This Is My Exit. I Storm Out Stage Left. It'll Feel Like I Left You So Long Ago. These Arms Will Bleed. I'll Be Waiting. I'll Be Waiting
Hesitation was the station I used to get on at. Now it's asshole. Can you picture that? "Fuck Yous" and "Thems" have fucked up. An idiot who can't keep
I can't connect to this sacred object the bar was open but to me the bar was closing I like to suffer in a silent way I can't get through the days without
It's killing time. The TV''s on with a bottle of shit. Buried Needle. The record player has forgotten not to spin, so, you're feeling useless? Well, the
hey kevin, exploitation's nothing new, it's perfect disguise is your head dress and authentic moccasins, you seemed just like a righteous man, exposing
I'm a clown only here to entertain All the clowns only here to entertain All the clowns only here to entertain
me and martha plimpton in an elevator her golden labrador kissed my index finger two in the morning summer saturated i'd been drinking and it'd been raining
I'm like a record player I keep goin' round with a needle in my arm making someone else's sound and lately I've been dreaming of blue and empty skies
i'm sober like a sunday morning mass liars are lying to themselves i'm lost, oh i'm losing everything i'm wasted, i can't keep the night from falling