this house is haunted
hatchets sharpened in between these curtains and those
and tales such tales ropes and necks around kind of tales
every broken sigh
every breath of alcohol smelt laced in slurs
and cloud eyes
mademoiselle them damn pretty eyes
and a chair set in the middle of a room
all thumbtacks and nails from silly little pictures
tar lungs and dark rooms when it's the water that's cut
left with only a chair and an outdated model
closed doors locked doors keep them out
only the fleas are left to take witness to impulse
erratic obsessive clicking refresh over
and over
and over until finally after waiting after impatience
short words you know with the little bit of awkward
and there's this back and forth
and there's an adventure in the cocktail
all this joking giggle is this blush on the phone now
almost all them bills paid out on stage
those good old bills taken out a name
falling down wells and wonderment
something in the way of home videos and dahlias
but all that's gone now
swept away like used condoms and roach bombs
full circle back to the race now
a taste of blueberry to pass the time
snail pace snail trail trailblaze a phone cold
clinging
this raft of the medusa
this well there's that fairy tale shit again
unlock lock unlock lock dammit dammit call now
now not then not later but now and here we go now
losing our shit over this oh those ain't your texts
out of everything ain't shit to burn
oh no she took everything all of it up in flames
insects and candles and all that jazz
thinking we have a need for any and all of it
leave with all of it all this shit
leave only a mess
twice sense and his scent
but we have this meeting yeah
there’s shit to do
those ashes to trade off
and it's the embers burning holes in your story
junkie memory and the lights remain off
woods alive with night and the lights remain out
run about here we come maybe
getting into a dick-measuring contest go go gadget
nice to know who's baiting who's strung
and that vibrate wasn't you
with closed doors and closed eyes
lights out glocks cocked and dumpweed
refresh unlock holding out burnt out
dude i'm telling you're such a fucking sucker
mister so you do give a damn
your incognito is showing
but you know there's a handle on it
nah nah it's good for real fer ye ye
yo-yo ya-oh again repeater pumpkin eater
call dammit there's a need for those
duh we're still friends facebook says so
these walls know so
they whisper
shh
shh
and the aroma of metal shavings
the taste of axe ©