The siren saved me With her fragrant tune On the water At half past noon He couldn’t resist And she pulled him Underneath To have him join her As her daily feast At half past noon.
I didn’t want To say goodbye I thought we’d travel The earth You and I But you no longer Visit me In my dreams The silence in my Head is deafening I’m Shattered.
I never liked Fruitcake Just like the way I never liked The way you treated Me like trash. So I showed you The way out And I survived Ironic though people still eat fruitcake.
I lost my parasol In my former life Last time I tried To be proper I picked up a bottle Of liquor instead And smoked your Mother’s cigarettes. I inhaled all my yesterday’s Of trying to measure Up I never once stopped To search for My parasol.
Bring out the sage Pour on the bleach I’m cleansing my soul And cleaning my feet Brushing my tongue To rid the taste Of your lies Stuffing pockets With the sound of my cries Rearrange my life Clean out my purse All because of Your candy cane Curse.
I don’t know What ails the angels Maybe they are tired Of trying to guard me And save me From my demons I picture them exhausted, On a street curb Smoking a Marlboro Menthol Begging for rest. Maybe that’s what ails The angels.
They are always Watching Society’s police Setting norms No one can reach But spend a lifetime Trying to Conform to. They are always watching and No one stops to consider If in fact, they Are just returning The glance.