practice makes murder perfect

memorize those fills, young man.
make your fingers bleed, you need to improve!
bend to make the sounds, match the tones.

content to a point of lament

throw out your chills
heat the pills, pay the bills
ive finished my books
filled all the nooks in my blood
strung my guitar and carried the trash
splashed water on my face
this isn't my place.

roots are cut

now that i've found my dress
i'll go out in style.
funeral home is a thousand miles away
but driving my Hearse to your grave is worth the pay.

we proudly present, ladies and gents
a forest and a dozer.
study your orchids
before my bulldozers are over.
splintered arms, dried up farms,
that's what our town is made for.

spots on my liver make me shiver.

booyah.

monday, monday...
thats already four shirts today.
get that baby out of your mouth!
vortex of corporate chains.
demons, the bane of my existence.
happy hour, flower power,
am i normal? of course you are.

she's at the end of the bar,
oh so far far far away,
too many half empty beers between us.

you're just like my lacrosse coach-
dedicated and sad.
there's aliens in the mailbox writing your mother,
death threats and please let's let's let's let'sssssssssss

let's go away
throw away all my thoughts that are at bay for now,
for now,
for now for now for now.