Blue ***** are a myth
People with bad motives are not
Eating boogers is going too far
But you may mildly enjoy your snot
Jacking off seems perfectly fine
But ***** can mess with your head
Love may not be all you need
But there's a lot to be gained in bed

Outside our inside references
I have no escapes.
They even came by last night
And took my sour grapes.

Fell down three flights of stairs
And that wasn't a bad trip
Compared to where I went last night

Three drops of medicine,
My best girl, my best friend,
And I took room four for a ride

Complicated frustration
Mixed well with dilation
Though two were cut,
One was not dry

I tried to look down
From the synesthesia sound
As their eye contact
Distance drew nigh

I'd talk feelings and thoughts till the dawn
I walk out if my whole life goes wrong
I'll skip this session
That doorknob looks ripe
I'll be back in a minute

Goodnight

The table of contents was written
By a dull rotten corpse with no eyes
I looked into the black in the back of his sockets
It indexed only maggots and flies

I used to could look
In both of either of your eyes
And see neither disgust nor dull blindness
Or now I think my thoughts are all in my mind
Even the part where I treated you with kindness

As if in a dream, all intentions were good
And as if in reality, all went wrong that could
My sanity prescription wasn't ready for pickup
And some other guy used my **** in a stickup