they say i’m *****, i swear that i’m not
i never touched a feet before
or felt a japanese tongue

its more about the overall tone of it
i keep telling them
the dirtier you write
the cleaner the soul

rosie, you can trick them all you want
if that’s what you want to do
but sometimes, simply
food is for thought
and ****** will come up to your door
at 9 pm
to put you in a mood

so next time you skip dinner
if that’s what you’ll do
think of the serums
your sister’s been through

oh how do i remember my name,

as i still want to change it,

desperately,

how does one remember one's self,

when one is tired of them,

oh lord hold my hand,

for its the last i try,

last wine that i drink in there,

and last dream that i have in here,

forgive me lord,

for the dreams,

the feet and the heat,

all the **** fantasies,

for i will try again