I evaporate into the candle flame
Blow out each one
In one single exhale
Utter a word
To try and save me
Keep me from shaking
The truth out of him
Date a blade
Because at least they're honest
It's been fourteen hours now
And I haven't stopped shaking
The truth out of me.

I have an understanding of the sea
But not Chelsea
A name on a phone.
Try to stick to the facts
Don't step on tacks
Unless on purpose
Lie
Even when
You don't need to
Because I expect it.

I am an old shoe
Try to untie
These laces
With crippled fingers
And hot glue
Running into my fingerprints
Burn them off
One by one
Phase in and out
This old shoe and hat
Lock the door
Take up the mat.

I look for god in the city's view
I look for you
In my heavy perfume  
Put on lipstick
To kiss
Straws and glass
I'm not afraid of spiders
Or liars
Or cheats
I fear what meets
Me in the dark alley ways
And caves
Of my mind

Throw my hood up
It's raining outside
And inside
Is a nothingness
Like my bedroom walls
Your words
Echoing
Maddening
Repeating
Defining
I swim toward the shore
But it moves away
So I drift and sway
Amongst the eels and beer cans
I talk to them like they understand
Out of the sky I demand
A satellite picture
Of how your hair might be
The image is good company
In a way they never are
Here and gone
Like a shooting star

A young machine
Three circuits too loose
Three days to lose
To waste
Away on blood
My own
Because no one wants it anyway
They say they'll pay
You back in love
How you wanted it
Instead
You're broke

I've known the brakes
And I've known break-neck speed
I am need
Bundled with what it takes
To hold my lions in
I've known the rattle of tin
And the the tattle of sin
I am poker with high stakes
I know what makes
You the same as the rest
I try my best
But I don't know you
Out of us, that makes two.