I've unwound my crooked spine and forced it into a straight line Planted my feet in the ground and grew a whole new world for you
I've choked down a thousand perfect words and left them stuffed into my throat Almost impossible to breathe And then on top of that, I smoke Covering the metaphors with tar And coating my lungs in a joke
A time or ten I've lost a friend To overdose, to suicide, to car wrecks Death sneaks around on silent toes Remaining in the shadows of the things we'll never know And life is just over Before you even know it, there is nothing And no one And nowhere left to go that you haven't already been
I've been stung a hundred times by the spines of porcupines Or so it seems as my voodoo doll heart falls apart from an overabundance of pins and a lack of sturdy thread