lovestruck rookie

charity laugh : lying on your back, you look so nice. you probably know what you do. it's dirty on the floor, but you take off your shoes anyway. it's okay. it's incredible, credible. and i don't have to show you how to slip back down the other way. it's nice how you find a way to escape how you think, how you feel, how you slip back down the other way. it's easy to believe you're someone else. talking on the phone we seem so real. you always know what to say. laughing at my jokes, you flip your hair. i don't care. it's just for charity's sake anyway hey hey hey.

spitting on trucks : is it metaphoric? is it sophomoric? idon'tthinkicouldsaveenoughspit to capture the intensity of this statement i've made. of course, the driver can't hear it, the driver can't see it, but i can't believe it, it's fun anyway.

sugarpush : i've been happening in drag. come back to the early station. i've been getting corns for my country. buy buy bonds for bing crosby. i need the frozen position of a deep kiss.

given the chance : i've realized so much in such a short time. it's amazing the curves the inclusive one throws me. before the summer i thought this would leave me, but it followed me home with such intensity. so i'm taking time, remembering life. could there be a little place for me? in my mind that day is real. i find you here. an autumn sadness overcome by a few walks after dark. i remember you from the start with mercy's eyes and a christ-like heart. is my foot in the door? i'd open it wide, given the chance, but i understand hesitation even if i don't really understand. i'll tell you all i feel. could you find me there and tell me all you feel?

your friends all know : it's daybreak, for pete's sake. we could wake up all the neighbors with this pain. when i find out what it's all about it's going to be a thousand times easier to say these things. is it just me or is it true how you believe that night was magical? my eyes see differently. is it just me or do you think about the things i say about you, like the dog food (shit head) remark? it's not fair. it's not fair because you wanted this as much as me. well it's no surprise. it's written in your eyes that someday's come too soon and now you're suffering. it's pay day, so take your ashtray and stick it where the sun don't go. the neighbors know, your friends all know. i'll tell my friends you murdered me.

ape : they say you've cried for it. those new box springs had it coming. by some stretch of the mind, the twisted, awful kind, i think ted went down there once or twice. when your  children start to cry, your wives will ask questions. will that satisfy? you'll see that bed fits
more nicely than you thought, i have a feeling. kept the letters in the garage, slipped under- neath the playboys and sex toys. phone messages, false alarms, wrong numbers. that business trip was more busy than expected. snitches really satisfy. you'll see the living room couch is uncomfortable, i have a feeling. i have a feeling.

boxing the jesuit : eyes shut tight, hands clenched tight around myself in the middle of the night. easy to get away from the towering eyes and beer. i don't need anyone to.... [loses coherence]

fear is a bad motivator : "they must be going down to the dockside," she said. so i opened up wide for a new crusade. time i termed a tragedy, but in fact it's just a weakness. i find i can't go living with comparisons like these. and i try to deny my heart, deny inside. and i try to deny myself despite. sister mary jesus wants to be a priest someday, but that's not bound to happen under such constraints. i don't know if i believe in ufos. i don't know if i believe in america. but i believe aids is a sham, and i believe fear is a bad motivator. women in cigarette commercials are not reflective of real life. time i termed a weakness, but in fact it's all a tragedy. i find i can't go living with comparisons like these.

take my life, girl : pick me up before i fall down, yeah. don't look my way anymore. you can't stand up inside you, inside me. it's, it's gone, you know you could stand on your own. take my life, girl.

making fun of the missile crisis : left me in a big room with a knife wound. it pays to wait for your baggage a while, even if you're going there. i get along, i get along with a knifer. i'm walking around with a knifer. i'm walking around in his hat. way up too late in june, making  fun of the missile crisis. we counted padiddles all day long, drinking all our medicine.

perfect piece of fiction : i don't want to play the martyr. i want you to feel my pain like the hunter did in powder. i still haven't felt the joy in letting go, 'cause the more i let go the more i'm trapped inside your perfect piece of fiction. i don't want to share your heart. thank you for the farce. i'm leaving your narrow (shit) world behind.

add another boy to the hurt list : add another boy to the hurt list. place him near the top, this one hurts like a bitch. but boy, it serves me right. i could talk all night. i must have scared you something fierce. you hit the meter somewhere near the exorcist. was it something i said or sent? it sems i came and went. it's all about you, and it's all about me, and it's all about time, and it's all  about energy and something that molds and holds us both in between. you and me, it's all these eyes can see. add another boy to the hurt list.

waiting for the autumn : waiting for the autumn on the shore. waiting for the autumn on the shore. waiting for the autumn, i can feel my bottom. waiting for the autumn on the shore. i knew you were there. i knew that you cared. i knew baby, i knew baby, i knew baby that you cared.  waiting for the autumn on the shore. waiting for the autumn to be sure. waiting for the autumn, waiting for the autumn, waiting for the autumn on the shore.

freedom from the press : i know what you're striving for. i can see by the leaves on the pillow. you are having a little good time. three more months and you'll be mine. back alley bingo is magic in the states. (my mom won't believe it.) another bad girl with hardcore  on the brain. here we go, fucked-up, jungle juice time. another cool cat had a thunderpussy rap. what would it take to make you see your smile is shiny like medallions? two-tone freedom takes a back seat to jose cuervo on the back seat fleet. back alley bingo is harvesting the saints. freedom from the press, start smashing up the state. here we go, fucked-up jungle time care. another cool  cat had a thunderpussy rap.

we all know people like that : an ape of a woman, a showboat of a man. with bottles in hand it gets scary - everything's caught in their crossfire. this guy i know is willing to make an exotic dance. he sexes it up with machines and maybe some castinets. i had, i had the sun. the span of attention mustn't be awful long. he's sitting with hands in his pants, thinking his partner's the lucky one. a wealth of information, the trivia always runs. with people like that in our ranks, solitude never comes.

come free : i don't care if you're suffering with your hands. it don't mean you've offered up your feet. i found all that out before i knew you, and it don't matter in the least. take me  down to places you call very. take me down to places you call neat. i have places too that i'd call home with you, and i'd show them to you if i thought that you'd come free. put down the phone and look at me. put down the phone and come with me. if i told you how i loved you, would you move your feet? come free. perpetuate the feelings ignored often. i could be the face you like to see. do you find it so intoxicating? don't blow this. you have my everything.

dancing the right way : sergeant september remands my eyes open, a one-way ticket to pavement, to asphalt. the scary thing isn't the ride, but the sky that i'm under. well it's all about scenery, you told me that much. it's all about dancing the right way around the dichotomy. what's gotten into me? i can't see the forest, the trees, or whatever you say. and i know it hurts so much, because i know i'm
worth so much. which road goes back to your house? knowing what's right, knowing what's wrong, i had that in school. it can't be that hard. she's more than makeup, julie, she's a firebomb inside my heart! well this changes that; my eyes are wide open. jesus ain't coming - he's already here. maybe there's more to this life than he ever told me. they carry us in, they carry us out. now i can see what the laughing's about. some call it innocence, some call it never believing.

the war in my sky is you : the total war in my sky is you, is you. everything i do, on fire,  through the window and the doors, rushing around to give you what you deserve, deserve. i bagged the total science of.... it's like rocket science, calculating from above. and i could talk  to you about it, but i won't anymore. la la la la la. you told me all you need to see, painting me pictures of everything. you've eaten away my epidermis. i, i could totally imagine you with roses around your ankles, ankles, dripping with coffee. i bagged the total science of.... it's  like rocket science. everything is beautiful and i, la la la la la la, i talk to you, but it's not good. la la la la la. i bagged the total science of.... it's like rocket science, it's like rocket science. it's like talking to someone else, you never know. la la la la la. lalalalalalala. this is hell.