glassine dream

your violence when you take me by the hand
it didn't go the way we planned

a beige suit and dinner
but the cooker is cocky
a metal disc jockey
my glassine dream
floating down a cotton stream

all i hear is just the background
to make everything disappear
but you made it all clear
you made it all clear

damned is our feast on this night

your violence when you take me by the hand
it didn't go the way we planned

man

It just feels so wrong
And I know it's wrong
You make me want to throw up
But I can't love you enough

heavy

No one knows what I want
No one knows what I want
I don't know what I want
But I know I need to make this thing real
I don't know what I want
Can't move these weighted arms
Learn how to make myself not feel

-->

Constantly evolving
Constantly in motion
Backwards rainbow xylophone
Repeals the notion

I'm just dipping in the pool
It terrifies me because it's true

Slow down going around this turn, man I
Know lots of kids that lost their life at this bend
He said, "Turn the music up.
I don't give a fuck."

Honey I love you

carry on machine

it spreads down my body
a snake in the grass
poisonous, deadly
hello, miss holly
i asked her, please
don't snake any of my dvds

she had a pretty smile
once in a while
but today
nothing but gray

we let it spread down our bodies
a snake in the grass
that makes me smile smile smile

she's a midnight queen a
carry on machine
she raised herself
there's nothing but herself

she's a midnight queen with a
black balloon and a bean
she turns them into her dreams
if you know what i mean

she had a pretty smile
once in a while
but today
she said hey

x

where does this overwhelming sadness come from?

one thing after the other

sometimes i fall up the stairs
no one home, no one to care
roommates laugh when they are there
one thing after the other

cook a shot then take a nap
feel productive, do some crap
slice your hand and break a glass
one thing after the other

smoke a bowl before bed
wake up with an empty head
it's not trees making them eyes red
one thing after the other

it's one thing after the other

got no job, i got no life
have a busband but want a wife
hey man, i'll be alright
one thing after the other

it's one thing after the other

lonely, not alone

cars blare their horns
coming up from behind
a one way both ways
with constant traffic
a left at semple, off of bates
you'll soon be mine

pinstriped polyester slides down hips
bone, letters, ink appear
legs still carry when they're empty
until i fade into concrete

this room does not belong to me
i'm not meant to be here
create a new reality
create and disappear

girls and girls and girls and boys
medication, hipster's noise
eliminating your past pain
to guarantee some future