I thanked god for my Taco Bell
And waited for you to speak
I got taller as you cried in my arms
I think they shorted me baby
The moon's a coward tonight
He lets clouds in bed and freezes as they pass him by
Stick your fork in the socket
Your eyes are a speckled green lightning
And your hair is erected like skyscrapers in the big city
All on my own, I wander into the poorly lit Bar of America
I find dream lovers and myself a fair heir to that mans throne
I sit in haste although I have nowhere to be , no one to greet
A maiden turns her head to me,
Expecting her to speak, I prepare a question about her lineage
She remains silent as a politician's mistress and dresses as such
I focus my eyes down to the floor as the barkeep drops glass
A family tree of poison spreads through the floor, creeping to her shoe
She offers me a drink called "i think I know your father" and is confused when I reply "no, thanks."
As my body is pulled from the inside to the outer brick, a short-haired phantom pulls on a smoke as the carcinogens seep out through her skirt
Nice weather you're having
Transparent red fills the street above my battered shell
I lie to myself as I lie on pavement
"My time has yet to come" I say
"I'm still with myself"
But everyone crowding the nightcrawler's bar knows they are on the way out.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
I thanked god for my Taco Bell
And waited for you to speak
I got taller as you cried in my arms
I think they shorted me baby
The moon's a coward tonight
He lets clouds in bed and freezes as they pass him by
Stick your fork in the socket
Your eyes are a speckled green lightning
And your hair is erected like skyscrapers in the big city
All on my own, I wander into the poorly lit Bar of America
I find dream lovers and myself a fair heir to that mans throne
I sit in haste although I have nowhere to be , no one to greet
A maiden turns her head to me,
Expecting her to speak, I prepare a question about her lineage
She remains silent as a politician's mistress and dresses as such
I focus my eyes down to the floor as the barkeep drops glass
A family tree of poison spreads through the floor, creeping to her shoe
She offers me a drink called "i think I know your father" and is confused when I reply "no, thanks."
As my body is pulled from the inside to the outer brick, a short-haired phantom pulls on a smoke as the carcinogens seep out through her skirt
Nice weather you're having
Transparent red fills the street above my battered shell
I lie to myself as I lie on pavement
"My time has yet to come" I say
"I'm still with myself"
But everyone crowding the nightcrawler's bar knows they are on the way out.
