You said the drugs showed you **** **** you didn't want to see My phone is apparently abstinent One of those nights Where I played with the idea of Slumber I saw the jagged edges Of your silver lining Painted you black Every ******* color Mingling and singing And ******* You were ******* I was ******* tired What ironic timing For you to have Your wisdom teeth removed
There aren't enough outlets I've checked the nook I've checked the office I have, of all places, checked The garage There aren't enough outlets I AM BRIMMING ******* brimming, I tell you With all sorts of brilliant