you're taking up lots of space your shit is everywhere your breath is all up in my face your hands are swarming in the air you're the first one out
Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phone so I play and I sing and I just let it ring, all day when I'm at home a defacto choice
second intermission anticipation you know the third act small talk drops out of the play you're standing in the lobby tightening your tourniquet
she was hungry so hungry she was trying to think clear she kept opening the fridge door staring at the mustard and the beer then finally she went out
what's with that halo hovering above that thick skull spare me if I do say so - I think you're covering 'course there was nothing could've prepared me
your body forshortened below your shoulders your face so close it's out of focus way down the hallway comes the sound of your shoes this is when I think
welcome to: no amount of stoned makes you feel ok welcome to: this year's alone - brought to you by Christmas day welcome to: the darkness into which