she had a mouth full of fur, and she was laughing.
she parked her hearse across three space posted motorcycles only
and jumped out shouting.
what the cus could make a nice girl like us feel so lonely?
are you weary as water
in a faucet left dripping with an incessant sadness
like a sad record skipping
and an ugly and ornery and shadowy dread lurking
like a troll under a bridge between your heart and your head?
please, dumb blind kind sir lend little miss listless a little bit of christmas.
she's been a real good girl
but now she's stuck here.
the world is so little and still mysterious and ominous as ever before,
like an unmarked bottle of pills on the shelf right next to the thing
you were reaching for.
swing the groove around here where i can reach it.
when i get my ass back on track,
i'm gonna need it.
swing shift til i get the money to buy me and my baby
a moon full of honey.
then i'm gonna turn of the nagging voices inside my head that follow me to bed
and say....
you suck...