Once the hum stops, I’ll take the mold from your belly button
And knit me a droopy pair of bunny ears
I’ll wear on my heart to make it throb again
Because you always have such rotten things to say
But I’m so buzzed, I can’t hear them
So I will bug your rancid body soon
And I will memorize every souring flavor in my condensed milk
As I tap into a clearer signal
But our pulse will stop before the flies drop
Like all the fruitless calls I make to you
Their driveling buzz doesn’t thrill like before, so
I’ve peeled back the skin from my fuzzy navel
And looped it into a noose
We wear around our sappy necks to keep our heads
Because I’ve told you we’ve gotten too heavy
But you’re too hung over to reach
So we will ferment from the stem now
And concentrate [on] ourselves to a pulp
And no one will be there to hear us congeal
Because our oozing flesh will rot beneath these buzzing ear muffs
Till the dregs drop like flies to our grave
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
Once the hum stops, I’ll take the mold from your belly button
And knit me a droopy pair of bunny ears
I’ll wear on my heart to make it throb again
Because you always have such rotten things to say
But I’m so buzzed, I can’t hear them
So I will bug your rancid body soon
And I will memorize every souring flavor in my condensed milk
As I tap into a clearer signal
But our pulse will stop before the flies drop
Like all the fruitless calls I make to you
Their driveling buzz doesn’t thrill like before, so
I’ve peeled back the skin from my fuzzy navel
And looped it into a noose
We wear around our sappy necks to keep our heads
Because I’ve told you we’ve gotten too heavy
But you’re too hung over to reach
So we will ferment from the stem now
And concentrate [on] ourselves to a pulp
And no one will be there to hear us congeal
Because our oozing flesh will rot beneath these buzzing ear muffs
Till the dregs drop like flies to our grave
