YELLOW CROC-FIRE

The entrance to the corridor
Nailed your mouth wide open
I'm rushing too fast to forgive you
Should we set a date to work hand-in-hand?
Scrubbing his cum off my side of the bed
Maybe a little on those photos of us
Next to me joy, she saw all
Your sides crashing onto the floor
Your neck squeezed shut between fingers and a thumb
Pressing gas pedals to get you crawling into our womb

These were the only times you were real
So I tried & I tried & I tried forever
You never should have let me touch you
You never should have let me sleep in that bed

I should have kept walking
You shouldn't have tried to find me
I just should have kept walking away

I should have just kept walking
UUGHHRRGRERRGGHGRAAAGAHGRUGH!!!

Layer by layer your winter clothes came off
Making love to your sloppy drunk beauty sore
He had a syringe filled with vodka hanging out of his asshole
Hovering pillow-biting overflowing pile-up
Brain pieces chip off drop by drop
Draining and drowning your daze

Painted
Over
By the girl who's been sleeping in our bed with me

Go
Go
Go

Oh but you thought the truth wouldn't trickle down
You thought that would've been good enough
But I gave up my right to puke scabs on top of scabs
Tonglen red and blue-grey breath
I've already lived through death
From your car to our bed
From your car to wherever

In our bed
In our bed
In our bed
In our bed