This plays into the nightmares and unhealthy relationships I've struggled with in my life. |
The world is coming to an end Methamphetamine meteors This physical need again And then, you grip me on the balcony But you're not trying to save me, no You break my back, neck, Deplete my spine, and Curl my toes, Then, drop me a line I meant to call earlier I didn't remember Oh, 'cause I forgot My little forget-me-not Shredded, Then, pulled apart Like metal, all twisted in a crash It takes everything in me not to laugh At these floating passports Misplaced boats, smuggling docks Labeled treasures, I suppose they sunk Inside, outside In your trunk What you've got in your trunk All it is, is baggage baby, And you've got a lot Of chastity belts and lubricants the same Dark, conflicted, slippery games With plastic figures that march one by one But passing go isn't fun If you don't collect that tiny sum Of money, people kill each other for That girl is a shameless whore Who fed you right Fucked you Tucked you in at night If you can't see it Don't believe it Unless the boogeyman is true BOO You know I know you from my dreams The kind that knock me on the floor I wake up twitching with itching eyes I've heard those screams Once or twice before Yes, I recognize These bleeding buttons and piss wet seams Are two means for a bloody mess They keep me together: intact and inside The lines of my temporary chalk outline At the very bottom of your building I'm asking, can you hear me? Are you listening? |