reading you just like a script
while you treat me like a fucking petting zoo
I know your looking for love
but at best I'm a Waldo who might vomit up a thank you
it's a little white whisper you deliver
that sets my mind onto those hips
but looks aren't free I'm not a library
you can't check me out unless I can dip in your slit
I'm seeing diamonds in those eyes
a hard gold solid when you cry
even though I'll always break the binding
the tear was fun because it made me sick
should have known not to trust my senses
I can't really be that electric
These whaling sirens are empty threats
like warning labels on cigarettes
police parades, pedantic wolves
lying in the garbage oh my
when Mass is over come over
confess in my undressing room
if you follow treasure maps
X's always end up trash
I put the wreck in erection
like jesus on the neon cross
I put the fact in crucifixion
until Christ's blood gave me memory loss
put my wafer on your tongue
transubstantiatial fun
I found out we were terminal
my weeping sniffle burning drip
it really wasn't fun at all
peeping up your Freudian slip
crack a rock of break neck speed
no need to hide to throw a beat
prophetic liars spitting gold
painting visions of the life we think we hold
when Mass is over come over
confess in my undressing room
if you follow treasure maps
X's always end up trash
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