Chemical burn to wash the taste away
Another lesson learned that no one's watching anyway
As hard as I try, I try, I try again
Watching the back of my seldom called close friends

Like common local trends depends on more than discipline
What's right and wrong and then
Ten-fold it's so cold these windows
Frostbit your choke hold, fake gusto
I told this so-called tornado, to show your black beaten dress code
That rich fabric so tragic bleeds black when you leave it to sit
Catch light from left to the hat tip, catch coins where the cats leave their bagged nip
Deadbolt the latch where the kings clip, go home when you feel the salt drip

I found her out where the sun sits
So warm back in the closet
By the water out with the cruise ships
Where the vagrants keep to their loose ends
Where the poor can't afford to pretend
Out where living dead is a common
Going back to the land not forgotten
America, shoot em' if we got em'

Grab a hold of your panic because she won't
Stretched perched with that guilt gripped libido
Gutwrench, quarter inch, don't you feel that pinch
The singe setting in, don't wince, cringe, I binge

Going on weeks that I can't remember
I found myself in the middle of November
December comes too soon to take what's bloomed
The sun shines through transparent truth

Water weight that poison taste
Honor subliminal, to keep them caged, dazed
Out of place, in grace, I'm spaced, incase justifying why the laced must be traced
I replace the fact that she don't that cheap tone wrinkled tuxedo, the speech flows
Disengage the legs, that downtown take, turn around and make the decision to break

Watcher wades, know the trade, this bird only speaks when it has something to say
It's not in taste, a race, no position to place, the nest built tomorrow will be gone by today
Complicate this simple stage, that cheap glow, they breathe slow with no nose, your throats closed, suffocate in the maze they build daily to make us feel crazy

Open your eyes and see construed that concrete tune, that she sings to
Locusts that lie and feed into, the headline news that they preach is true
Say goodbye to the life that you knew and thought too soon, lost compass tuned
Step aside and let time pass you, with things that you drew, that won't come true

I've heard of living for the lonely is only a choice made by the mannered so mostly
It's a coastal thing, the water sings, without that ring with no swamp thing
I've heard of living for the now, but it's profound, your guilt makes a noise so loud
Over-cumbering, the notes she sings, the postal brings, the new life, new strings

After awhile, I stopped listening, started the sparks that blew the sum of the parts
After denial, I couldn't hear that ring, parted the cards that got my here from the start
After the trail, I felt it sickening, slipping in, cinnamon, for what it's been, now taste like tin
Laugh suicidal, I found discipline, for what it's been, now tastes like tin, now taste like