Legless, with the powerder puff
you've got light, still cannot read
and the mattress is two bored-out eyes
supposed to be a lightening bolt
but as I lie in bed
it's been middle class
middle thoughts, middle as C
tantric forms of intercourse
no divorce, drunk as a horse
and the waitress is the only one
who can speak and say what she means
as I lie awake
it's been Camelot
I can a lot, it's kennel and key
as she's waiting
stroking my hair
choking places
stroking my tie
princes with the dollar eyes
morning fries and light-up TV
and advances in the sweater vest
picking homes, picking out cheese
as i lie to them
second wallabee
second son
what happened to me
1 | Lake Michigan |
2 | Eyes |
3 | Everyday |
4 | Publish My Love |
5 | California |
6 | Good Morning (the Future) |
7 | Like I Needed |
8 | Solitary Gun |
9 | College |
10 | I'll Never Leave You |