0.
Maniacally contrived connection was all that it took
To hook you back in
and have you give it your all
Your selflessness wasn't that
Your sin was the sacrifice to the wrong God
You were to willing to die for the cause that she gave
All it took was a smile, and a hand, and a tear
And she had you again
It was nobody's fault but your own
How could anyone have known
That you weren't the man you were purported to be
It was your job to cut and to run
To let it be known that it couldn't be done
That the blood transfusions had taken their toll long ago
You had no more to give, lest they desire to bleed you dry
and all that you did
Well it just brought you closer to killing these kids
You aren't a murderer remember
Not of anyone else nor yourself
You're not a lover remember
Put that fire back up on the shelf
1.
Octopus head boy is born into too much noise
Has trouble hearing himself think at night
Meets girl with quiet features and blank spaces
Falls in love.....
Or something
He wants to write a treatise on her forehead
But she will not let him ride in her taxi
He tries to force his way in
She slams the door on him
Severs his arm
And drives
1.08° North 23.8° East
With it sat there on the seat next to her
They find his corpse in the bathtub
Bar of soap scented Vaguely of peaches
Lodged in its throat
2.
I gave you a piece of myself once
Something red and sinewy and living
Put it right in your hands
And you chuckled a little
And I guess it was funny
But you will never be forgiven
I will never trust you with meat
Freshly cut and wrapped in butchet paper
Not after last time
3.
Internet porn weaponized vaginas for all of us
Turned them into weird pink tacos
That could hurt little boys
Who were used to getting everything
For free?
Now psycho-fascist brats throw tantrums
And beat up pornstars
With keyboards
Fists wrapped in latex
Jesus dildos
Because they can't get hard
Break out the bulletproof undies
It used to be a preventable crime
Don't leave the children alone
With high speed internet
Now everyone has a smartphone
Soon they'll be born
With the smut preprogrammed
4.
[10/12, 23:28] Joey: Figures
[10/12, 23:28] Joey: Whatever, the song was not the point
[10/12, 23:29] Joey: The point was
[10/12, 23:29] Joey: Happiness
[10/12, 23:29] Joey: It springs up in little moments for no apparent reason and sometimes it sticks
[10/12, 23:29] Joey: And sometimes it's the stupid things that make you happy
[10/12, 23:30] Joey: Like a commercial grade coffee machine that produces 80 gallons of coffee per hour
[10/12, 23:30] Joey: Because that's just beautiful
[10/12, 23:30] Joey: And you must embrace it
[10/12, 23:30] Joey: No matter if no one else cares about your stupid dream
[10/12, 23:31] Joey: It still kept you up long enough
[10/12, 23:31] Joey: To tell everyone about it
