burn

burn.

Purple-bellied whores

You just cant ignore

Like a moms collection of her sons pride

Hangin on her refrigerator door

Or those boys you just cant avoid

Self destroyed because they misread another freud

Theres really no need for all those toys

All thats really needed is a woman,

Held delicately

Like a gun

Aimed directly

Into your mouth, so you can taste her on your tongue.

Yay, its 3:11am and still no song-calls from ya

Increase the mental drama

A few more notches for ya

til the words knock down those vampire doors

Invading personal mindspaces, midnight stellar staircases

Mindraping and searching for more.

Flashing lights were always exciting and used to speed through the highway

But a siren was never sounded to let me know I was in your way

And then there was me

A brand new unfamiliar territory

Finally, theres an end to that same old story

you left me with your vampire bumble-bee disease.

I left you miserable back where I found you

.back in new jersey.

Your things are better explained in front of an audience

You take the stage whenever you get the chance

And play out on the scene

Now the program is lost somewhere between the seats

No matter how hard I try to listen when you speak

I still dont know what I really need

And I think thats when beautiful turns

To evil and burns

Everything thats been happy inside

Youre so careful

That you didnt even see me come back

Its another excuse every time

2003.