The box I live in only has three corners the paint is peeling and the ceiling is too low I spread myself too thin I ripped her birth certificate we took a wrong turn at a busted pipe the dictator dictates the dictum the way drunk girls look at me better call the doctor I feel I could kill her I can smell you on my finger (when she is disabled) I spit oil into the sink (when she is disabled) (With every piece of me) a lack of change can kill a man (I'd bury angels for you) while you're sleeping in dirty places (I'm lying through my teeth) infidelity is forward momentum misguided by nagging insecurities I can't win the disabled one attacked the panoramic view of my gut I drew straws of fresh fruit from her birth canal her hair is in my throat the song ends with violins I haven't killed anybody since 1984
1 | How Joey Got His Groove Back |
2 | Engage Catch Phrase |
3 | A Shovel For Arch Stanton |
4 | Curfews, Alcohol, And Other Jealousy Related Incidents |
5 | Etcetera |
6 | Ca Speech Goodbye |
7 | Nevertheless She Was A Mess |