when u need some kind of guarentee that ur protected u start to trust the things that deeper comfort brings before u checked it u might be waiting a long time theres always trouble so tell urself that hope is on the way. now that its over now that its done its back to my bedroom alone with my shotgun. the chances are slight i wont shoot up tonight but the sensation thats waiting beneath is a kick in the teeth. we barely ever fight she knows that i love her we used to make it every night but i dont wanna bug her about it she just has a funny way of loving me. is it special when ur lonely will u spend ur whole life in a studio apartment with a cat for a wife? naturally i would like to be u just for a few habit forming years laziness cuts me like fine cutlery i need a miracle someone to help me help myself sweet jesus i need u forgive me this sin not hookers or heroin gambling or gin it sounds so ridiculous but i just cant kick this.
if at first you dont succeed, try try again.
if i were you, i’d give up.
the path is too narrow the way is too steep.
count it a blessing that you’re such a failure.
your second chance might never have come.
I played connect the dots with your beauty marks
And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music
I read your musical notes with a composer’s eyes
And heard our song for the first time
My spine is still tingling, mental images of your fine tune
is what I’ve been nodding my head to lately
Every now and then you can catch me humming
your nudity under my heavy breath
I heavily suggest you resurrect
your ancient neglected dust collector
If you distrust the distance in my seldom plucked heart strings
Sit stripped before your full length
Perform your reflection backwards
Maybe then you will understand the rhythm in my movement
Listen when the news is sent
Extend when the rules are bent
I’ll be waiting to take your leave
Make me a victim of your two step
Make me an apprentice of your body parts
Teach me to dance to your beauty marks
I’m stepping on toes here and I don’t care
It’s hopeless, it’s hopeless
It’s hopelessnes
It’s hopelessness holding this openness to blow a kiss
So close your lips but don’t get pissed
and throw a fist at this vocalist
I’m not emotionless, in fact I broke my wrist
when I wrote the list of all those I miss
This is my poker face, Mister Feel Nothing
