maybe you don't bleed when you're cut (hath not a chick eyes?)

sharp things were the wings when i said certain somethings

still inevitable impact

decides who dies and who's lucky

and baby i'm crocodilian

ugly, but entirely designed to preside over the end frame

and how you glance back over your shoulder

and say whatever

but the bullet that ripped

was my kiss

and you missed every mention

like back in high school detention

just waiting it out

not gonna learn anything

just in the way

so you're ante up while i check

the never's not soon enough

i swear you were something sitting naked

dislocated

half panicked, half conscious

hand on my

hangover t'weren't far off

twisting your grin

into something like i couldn't write

couldn't probably imagine

all melodramatic amusements

like MST3K on the lazier days

the warmer and soft

and quietly laughing