syr

I feel tense around you, but
Don't feel bad cos I'm always that way
Can't do shit without a bowl in hand
Or some metal in my arm

I can't do shit on my own
It's pretty sad, but I swear I'm getting better
Clothes are filthy and bills go unpaid
I'm my own scarlet letter

It's damn cold in January
In the north east
Can't seem to bundle up enough
Trying to score down in the cut
Why bother, why bother

I'm done beating myself down
Time to catch a ride back to town

Fingertips are violets
That spring out of my mits
Where the fuck is the 67 now?
Even my bus can't commit

I would kill for a hit
I would kill for a hit
Acquit
Acquit
Acquit

Bangin

She was a lone star junkie girl
Sorta like in Good to Go
Fucking gorgeous junkie girl
She won't leave me alone

I stared at the filthy tile floor
Stomach stuffed with butterflies
They can't get out

How you gonna turn me around now, honey?
What kind of fixing is this gonna do
Think of all the time you spent wasting
Waiting for the guy in blue
What the hell is it gonna do for you?

He was a keystone junkie boy
Growing older all the time
Soft spoken keystone junkie boy
Who can't learn where to draw the line

I feel a rush coming over me
It's running through my veins
I won't stop now, I won't stop now

Her favorite book was Junky
Boy and girl from Westlake O
Smoking openly by downtown
Where did the time go?

How you gonna turn me around now, honey?
What kind of fixing is this gonna do
Think of all the time you spent wasting
Waiting for the guy in blue
What the hell is it gonna do for you?

I'm through, I'm through

black hair, black shirt
old tattered jeans
wide hips in nines
though you'd never know


thick skin on her arms
dark hair on the back
she picks up her weapon
begins her attack

eyes so unnatural
icepicks dipped in blue
but the blade can't hide her
not from me
not from you