I’ve got a paper cut
you’ve got his girlfriend’s scars.
I’ve got a caterpillar’s sleeping bag
and you’ve got my mind.
He’s got your secrets.
I’ve got them too
I’ve got my wishes.
I’ll always keep from you.
You’ve got lost lovers
and I’ve got time.
I have your mind
You have mine.
So pass me the lighter
and treat me to the fighter
when we get lost in our own disgust
I’ve gotten bored
and you’ve gotten sick
Again
again
Again.
Tell me that I’m stupid
that pride gets in the way
I’m not tired, I’m just insane
but you’ve still got my head
on a platter


I’ve got metaphors that reach to the moon
and back again, things to make you seem
okay
or maybe its better if I just write.
Get out of my head
get out of my head
get out of my head
get out of my head
Stay.