bed crumbs

she says she knows what'll make me break

       snap

              dig it

but i'm anything but extraordinary

been broke since sometime mid1989

she hits the wicked nerve

is the fantastical impulse

like the boner in math class

my turn to work out the problem at the board

hey, got a bigger problem, Teach

it's called the real world

it says it doesn't value my opinions

it doesn't need my input

to roll along, it rolls along

it rolls along while i sing my songs

to imagined audiences

dope sacks emptier than yesterday

and everyone, really

everyone unhappy with everything

she says she knows what'll calm me down

numb me up

forget about it all

let the bad times roll

but i never missed the kiss of distraction

holds me like a heartbeat

louder and louder until it tears in two in reply

like masturbating with other things on my mind