I have wet dreams and cocaine rise.
Damp socks and glassy eyes...

With wingspan as broad as day
And lips as that make things melt...

There's a paint stain on my carpet
It belongs to me...

Well yes I'm a bit directionless
And yes maybe my actions seem senseless...

Love is like a warm blanket
That clings to your skin...

Pen to paper
Stroke of keys...

Pen to paper
Words that hurt...

Flies in my soup
Shit in my brain...

White heart
Black hole...

Live fast, die young?
No...

Opposed to so many children
Some of my most hated memories I will ever recall...

Days spent at the rest stop
Were blurry and fast...