i've seen the view from upon the cross i've looked down upon my sins i've been that ragged christmas tree with tired sprawled out limbs
i've bared a crown of thorns and been wrapped in bright gold tinsel love and all i've seen from this view was wide blue eyes staring up at me licking lips and hanging jaws
and who woulda thought i'd find it here? swirling in the toilet bowl colors from my gut twisting round&round; with my reflection like a painting by Van Gogh
talking to you is like taking a **** in a public bathroom stall its like that feeling your arm gets after its been strung around that girl you likes shoulder for too long talking to you is like getting caught picking your noes by your ex's best friend its like spitting back at rain its like winning the lotto on your ******* death bed