please don’t waste my time.
don’t ask me if it’s true.
i’ll just tell you what you wanna hear
and hope trouble finds you.
the death of a planet filled with pussies like you brings a smile to this fucking face
You take and take and take
You strip until I’m stripped
You bend until I break
Pulled apart at the the seams, it seems
Like everything you wanted in life was just a dream
I don’t care where you’re going
I just care that you’re gone
I don’t care about your movement
I just want to move on
Ain’t nothing soft or sweet, I lift you off your feet
When I cock back the heat whole crews retreat
Rain falls hard
Washes me away
I feel sick.
I feel sick
Cause in my head I heard you call my name
I’m breaking down
Everything I had will fall apart
Nothing stays the same
I’m relenting to the corporate drone
Pushing my nose to the motherfucking grindstone
Splinters upon splinters
Wedging in deep
I try to pull them out with my worn down teeth
My periphery is narrowed like a god damned mule
Workhorse of the wicked, of the trite and cruel
I’m relenting to the drone
The endless drone
everywhere I go I’m looking down
watching my old tennis shoes as they’re wearing out
walking off these homesick blues
I may be drunk and lost but I’m not confused and
I know where this train is slowly going
north through K-Falls then on to Portland
I know I’m fucked up, it’s stupid hoping
you’ll answer phone calls, goodbye to Oakland
This is all I got, I’ll quit my job and sell this vacant lot and settle down in a place I’ve only read about in books about Miles Davis.
Been hearing about you.
All about your disapproval.
Still I remember the way I used to move you.
I wrote you a letter.
I heard it just upset you.
Why don’t you tell me?
How can I do this better?
Are you out there?
Do you hear me?
Can I call you?
Do you still hate me?
Are we talking?
Are we fighting?
Is it over?
Are we writing?
We’re getting older.
But we’re acting younger.
We should be smarter.
It seems we’re getting dumber.
I have a picture
of you and me in Brooklyn.
On a porch, it was raining.
Hey, I remember that day.
And I miss you.
Yeah he was a fuck up but every time he fucked up, he’d fall and rise and that’s what made him wise.
Easy to talk when you never had to struggle. Never had to suffer. Never had to hustle. Never had to scrap, never caught up in a scuffle. Never lifted a finger, or used a fucking muscle.
Born into a vicious circle you learn to cut at the throat. Watching people lining up in tight single file rows. I still revolve around a world I choose to cut off. One nation under god over a burning cross.
Sorry I’m late…I was out spoiling my liver.
We support and promote what matters to us most.
Every second that goes by
Is one that’s gone for good
Are you throwing away
Possible memories to a fevered life
Of “woulds” and “coulds?”
We may have missed our chance and
We may never be young again but
Fuck living a sick day life
Fuck dead beat kids
And fuck your falsehoods