A starter home on a frozen plain
Located on the corner of
drifted dreams and main
Cigarettes and old ramen
A pot for posture, a dish pile
I hear the storm coming
Have heard it for a while
Lick me like the stamps
on the letters
to your ex-lover,
Break me like the twenties
you got from your mother.
Abuse me like the creep
you wish I was,
Use me then lose me
just because.