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

i'm sorry, it's over

where was my head
when i hurt you
way back when
it was filled to the brim
with letters
too obscene to know

i hurt you bad
when i held that
other boy's hand
but i cut it off
i made it known

so why you keep on uploading little things
that remind me of what i did
i don't wanna think about it anymore
i don't wanna think about it anymore
and i can't stand the way that you knock at my door
i can't fucking think about it anymore

you wanted love
so much that you
you made it happen with me
overlooking my flaws
the mirrors
and endless smoke

but you love me
you love me
you love me
baby but it
has not been
long enough

so why you keep on uploading little things
that remind me of what i did
i don't wanna think about it anymore
i don't wanna think about it anymore
and i can't stand the way that you knock at my door
i can't fucking think about it anymore

monster, monster
i am a monster
stop my heart
for breaking that poor boy's heart
monster, monster
i am a monster
do what you need
just turn off that NOISE
TURN OFF THE NOISE

so keep on uploading little things
that remind me of what i did
when i was seventeen years old
i don't wanna think about it anymore
it could have been perfect, yeah i know
i can't fucking think about it anymore

getting free tree from the boss

i was always in love with one thing over any other
one thing i do adore more than you
she put me under her sweet spell and turned me over
what the hell was i supposed to do?

that's when i turned the situation into a positive one
took her by sinful hand and kissed her in the light of the moon

i'm so high on you
i'm so high on you
you know i want you
but you refuse me

lisa

lisa, lisa, turned away
a quiet girl that had to stay
she tossed and turned in her lay
a deep core of unrest

lisa, what will you do today?
those bills aren't gonna go away
you turn your back everyday
preserve preserve preserve

did you hear that lisa pawned her things
hitched a ride to seven springs
kept warm with a box of yings

lisa, lisa, cut away her hair
that girl got away from there
for a better life, for a fair share
til she ends up in the gutter

colors (where were you)

the colors keep emerging
right before my eyes
the filthy dark reflection
burns into my mind

where were you
where were you
my empty footsteps
a figure eight lie
my empty footsteps
a dance of mine
that never ends
that never hides

you see a shell
that's soft and smooth
illuminating
you

where were you
those morning years
when the earth went dry
those dawning years
a muted cry
that never begins
that which hides


won't you kick again?