Soft smoke sheet from cocaine joints
Four lights and ashes in wine
You taste what you want and pull your hands away
Close the steel weight
There are breaks for silent accusations
And cum on the bathroom floor


        And you said you would marry her
You said you would marry her if the time were right
And I don’t know why this gets to me
I don’t know why…I cry


Sweet drug slit waifs through the air
Blood, and shit, and fits for fire
You rant the only thing you know
Clench your fists tight to your beer, your jeans, my home
And I sit on my bed with my vibrator
I sit in my room with my dial tone


And you said you would marry her
You said you would marry her if you were ready for a fight
And I don’t know why this gets to me
I don’t know why…I hold on so tight


Air sticky with mace and lies
Erect wires spliced
Your secrets cut gashes, and orgasms, and lines
Tune in and out with the inhalation patterns
Orange straws and you alone with the mess on the floor
You brand my carpets
Rip my curtains and watch me unwind


And you said you would marry her
You said you would marry her again and before
And I don’t know why this gets to me
I don’t know why…but the batteries have died.

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