you looked so pretty
and I looked so mean
on the night we filled our bodies
with amphetamines
and we'd just sit
and we'd just talk
about our daddies and our faults
and you would breathe
as would I
watching your body to synchronise
every move
he moved
but you aint comin home soon
no, you aint comin home soon
well I'm a jackass I'm a dog
how many more of these sad songs
can one boy write
well nothing is but something was
and i believe it still can be
if you would sit if you would talk
if you would come if you would leave
if you
you
but you
but you aint coming home soon
no, you aint comin home soon
*watch your foot on that*
well i was hanging in the gutter
but i do believe you fluttered
in your head when I injured
and my head was received by your ???? (still key hide? silky hide?)