Watch this
Stoner loner with a half-cocked boner phone her and
Try to explain, try to explain, try to explain
Bleeding bullshit from his brain
Synapses cracking out gun gun gunshots
That he’s too numb to try and block
The fat mass of words like pancake batter,
Tumble, splatter to the floor of her world
She sits back, biting her lip and tells me
“Please, slow yourself down.”
And I try but I’m over a million miles an hour
A godamn chimp thrusting limp flowers
I got a liquid nitrogen on my tongue
This young buck, dumb fuck swearing
That he will pass any blockade, barrier
To carrier her over my trenches of faults
The verbal assaults
The drunken catapults of everything
He did, she did, we did, we didn’t
Ever just halt, stop and think
Do we need another drink?
Was it just lust in their gaze?
Staring through an ethanol haze,
Brains a maze of Jack Daniels stains
That fuel the wretch chest pain
Of trying to explain
This means, This means, this means, this means, this means, this means
So much more than I am capable of saying
That her goodbye kiss is such sweet hell
Because it was the bombshell of the first
That caught my thirst, had me howling for another
That I knew could never be the same
Because I was so insane to think
We could last.