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

light coming out of the closet
when i'm trying to sleep
scent creeping under a cracked door
does that smell reek through the floor?

bare in bed, thoughts in my head

i keep on falling like water
through leaves and filth of the gutter
oh, this old mind
filled to the brim with ancient clutter
and i can't seem to make it go away
unless i fade into the black

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