I shed a body or two off
Back when I was in the "Times."
The speckling of my sharpest bones
Was in order
and I still didn't want to go home.
I just wanted to shine.
I just wanted to live like ivory
and dance in the minty ice cream cone
That's melting down your left wrist.
While in the other hand there was this little slip
A piece of paper with a note
About how God can change your life and
Others lives if you can just pray right
and then pay the standing Black Jack off by the closed door.
Would you like anymore
Wisdom from an old bag of grass
Or the company of a church *****
I want to shed roses out of the garden
and into my mind.
I just want to tell you that you're not mine
and you never will be and
I will never be happy again
Not like I was when
I had no hidden grin
Or when I had no scar on my chest from beating him
Or any manly hair on my chinny chin chin.
I've shined out and timed out of the server.
The service calls me so
I put a gun in my mouth
and sing them the anthem of their nations glow:
The anthem of a lunatic
Praying on a twelve gauge
To bring me back in again.
Bruised teeth and busted lips.
A black smudge down the right side
And your **** are looking back at me.
To make things a little bit harder,
I almost stopped to shudder and erase that last part but I can't now
For it has made its mark.
Trash can journey number six.
Are you in to this?
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
I shed a body or two off
Back when I was in the "Times."
The speckling of my sharpest bones
Was in order
and I still didn't want to go home.
I just wanted to shine.
I just wanted to live like ivory
and dance in the minty ice cream cone
That's melting down your left wrist.
While in the other hand there was this little slip
A piece of paper with a note
About how God can change your life and
Others lives if you can just pray right
and then pay the standing Black Jack off by the closed door.
Would you like anymore
Wisdom from an old bag of grass
Or the company of a church *****
I want to shed roses out of the garden
and into my mind.
I just want to tell you that you're not mine
and you never will be and
I will never be happy again
Not like I was when
I had no hidden grin
Or when I had no scar on my chest from beating him
Or any manly hair on my chinny chin chin.
I've shined out and timed out of the server.
The service calls me so
I put a gun in my mouth
and sing them the anthem of their nations glow:
The anthem of a lunatic
Praying on a twelve gauge
To bring me back in again.
Bruised teeth and busted lips.
A black smudge down the right side
And your **** are looking back at me.
To make things a little bit harder,
I almost stopped to shudder and erase that last part but I can't now
For it has made its mark.
Trash can journey number six.
Are you in to this?
Sorry. . .
Not so sorry.
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