Number Twelve Looks Like You Grandfather
There has never ever been a dull moment
We can kiss the highest clouds
And name them after movie stars
Your fingers
They're flower pots
And as the cuticles crack the stem comes through
You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself
Hear me now
After the truth is found there will be a suicide
Hear me now and grant my wishes as sins, not ignorance
Endangered now, with pockets full of oil
All I have left is a face f..cking
Homicidal waste of time
Take these roads
Take them fast
My legs collapse in harmony with the music
And I plummet down forever
I can write the dialogue to a script about your death
I'm walking across 2nd Avenue
I'm tripping across Lexington
I'm falling down Park Avenue
And dying on Broadway
We can wish amongst wish
Hope against hope
You have become a new bloody valentine
Over and over again
I've watched you killing yourself
Hold my hand, let's start the decay
One shot
You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself
One shot in the mouth
