Volcanic

Take it easy on the way you call my name

No matter how hard you yell it’s still a game.

I’ve got five rats but they’re all just dogs

And you’ve got seven chickens that are all just hogs.

Take it easy on the way you scream and cuss

Spare me all the bullshit, the hurry, the fuss.

I’ve got one more rope that’s about to break

Our bones have changed, my muscles ache.

You looked at me through

those huge dark eyes.

And I found a way through

All those complicated lies.

But I’m still blind in tumultuous celebrations,

Lost in your own selfish, goddamn narrations.

I am the rotting wooden floorboards you hover over,

And the worms crawling in the soil around your casket.

I am the sprouting spring grass emerging with clover,

And the brie cheese and loaf of bread inside the wicker basket.

They told me to write

But I told them

I write like a second-grader

on acid

They laughed

But I was serious

Honey, I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a chance.

I’m sorry I judged you in only a short glance.

Babe, you’re my ladder and my rope

I’m on my knees praying for hope

That you’ve only changed halfway 

Make this twelve hours a good day.

I’m sorry you’re going through strange times

But I’m not sorry for committing all those strange crimes.

I’ll tell you what

Let’s split the money and run.

We’ll steal a car.

We’ll have lots of fun.

There’s no such thing as right or wrong.

Well, at least not when you’re drunk.

We’ll kill a man in coldblood

And throw the corpse into the trunk.

No I won’t smile for you

I won’t sing you a pretty song

No I won’t conform to your point of view

And no I definitely refuse to go along 

You don’t think a woman can be evil

You don’t think a lady can kill?

Are you really so medieval,

You don’t think I can handle thrill?

You think antisocial behavior has a preference.

You’re the sexist one here.

Use me as a nice example, a perfect reference.

You’re the next to disappear.  

I can’t give you everything

I can’t exhale oxygen

but if we find a nice tree 

and sit in the shade

I can give you life

I’m slowly losing oxygen

every second, every breath

becomes more stifled than the last

Soon I’ll forget how to breathe

completely

I’ve replaced my god for a better one,

Something that glistens under the summer sun

A nice cold beer or a gut retching shot

I didn’t even bitch, I never really fought

How could I? I was too drunk and wasted

A new kind of love I never even tasted

I know you like short plaid skirts

And I know you like button up shirts.

You like a shot of whiskey

For when I act real risky.

You know I like to scratch and claw

But I’ve made mistakes, I have a flaw.

Oh look past it, I’m an angel, a doll,

Scotch tape, hang me up on the wall.

I can’t get the words right

Not during the day, not at night.

I can’t get my thoughts straight,

I trip, I slip, I’m always late.

What’d you do to me, painkiller?

I can’t bark, can’t bite, cavity filler.

And painkiller, believe me when I say

You’re an addiction, I can’t stay away.

You’re good to me, you’re bad for me.

I stand in bliss and I fall in misery.

lipstick imprints on my cigarettes

i’m not addicted it just tastes better than your mouth

why can’t we just leave already

go to mexico, go way to the deep, deep, south

rebels against conforming

jaded yet informing

stupid minds think alike

hungry for a hunger strike