nick cave isn't a bad seed

you tell me.

 

i don't think anyone can taste this
s**t sucked deep down in my teeth.
there hasn't been much truth in the
past months.
just me talking about things that
are true
and ignoring things that arn't.
just walking around them
like you walk around dog poop
and old people.

the boys are fine,
they give their thanks.
they're sad they couldn't make it
but they had killing to do and
tears to wash out of their clothes.
Sometimes they think of you
when they are up on the rooftops
pulling down the stars and burning
holes in their clothes. just making it breezy.
just taking it easy.

i take out my sober smile
and dust it off.
its been a while since i've worn it.
and im happy to see that it still fits.
the sun is making the grass grow.
and i'm wearing short sleeve shirts
and my roots are starting to show their lighter
colours.
my fingers hurt from trying to dig into the
earth.
i just want her to know im warm
but i won't be forever.
i want her to feel me when im pleasurable.

i have a telescope and a heart shaped locket.
im not looking into the sky or in windows.
im just looking in the furture.
i can see your jeans and your shirt.
your vans and your fingers.
you're looking like the sky in the afternoon
with the sun bursting, oh there's nothing
that could take that light away.

at night i tuck myself in with this telescope.
sleeping with our future
and you're looking so bright.