"Come on, lets go assemble the cannon fodder..." "Thats not what we're calling them, sweetie." "Not to their faces. What am i- insensitive?"

past tense is putting my head in a box and taping it shut
"dear dr gravity, im lost in this city"
trying to read a map but the street names are all a blur
"and dear dr gravity ive lost my mind"
the cool metal on yr empty wrists will make you weep for the scar
i wrote this all for the caller on aisle 5
i think i found love
in dark bathroom stall
with a nameless face
and ended up on the fucking floor
i stuttered "i love you"s to whoever tuned in to hear
im the worst disc jockey but i can keep you listening
heres another confession from the side of the road
"im have a crush on anyone that ever second glanced me"
lock me up in the purgatory
coz im addicted to the haters,
i get off on their words
fucking to their honesty
fucking off from their fists
but id sure as hell break my knuckes on anyones teeth
that let a insult like that find its way to you
"basset hound loyal" to this backpocket believers crew
but isnt it ironic how theyve forgotten me so soon?

(you kids keep this loose cannon tied up. i love know you.)

THE PHARMACIST PRESCRIBES:

- One Singapore Sling for the heat rash between your thighs

- And one more down your throat to help you sleep all through the night