HandOverFist

(when i figure out what that means ill let you know)

Merry christmas.
i wrote this for you sometime between sunset and sunrise. so obviously its just stupid rantings. whatever. based on a dream i had too long ago to recite.

"I wish i could box you up under my tree
I wish 11:11 wishes worked on me
I wish the Tooth Fairy was real
But instead the Easter bunny cut me a deal
So now its coffee, cake, and his obituary
6 feet deep with his old pal Jiminy
Always with concience but without concious
He said im the love child of blasphemy and love loss..."

ill finish it one day. promise.

this is mutiny to the tune of you pleading the fifth

bobs yr uncle
death is mine
we shook hands
first name basis
and dared each other to write till we get
rings around our eyes
rings around our fingers
or
wrings around our necks

9 to 5s in the 'burbs

letters to who you love the most
unmailed postcards sent anywhere but here
dreaming of someplace greater
(and) even crueler than sibling rivalry
sworn enemies over your backyard fence
never knew any better
its always same shit, different DJ
repeat to repent and repeat
Groundhog Day with no symptoms
another sick-minded shadow of yours
so you go play the game to homemade rules
hidden aces arent allowed and we dont play for keeps
and hearts belong in (bird/rib)cages but are always sewn on your sleeves

stitch me up.
my love for yours.

DEAR YOU

i found another world. losers delight, they call it. they tell me its made of loosecannons and foolprooffools. liars. well i think i belong here. its not too shoddy. i think ill cut my teeth on it then keep it in my back pocket for rainy days.
yummy

Thnks Fr Th Fsh.

im slip-slip-slipping
on the ice on your hips
theres no friction between us
but i thought you would have figured that out by now
i gave you too much credit
"never bite the hand that feeds you or you starve tonight"
you carved on the backs of your hands, the mirrors, the walls
so determind to forget their lies, you strain to remember your own
truths
you keep a constant tally of all the times youve fucked up
but its funny how you only bruise your wrists
coz youre too chickenshit to take it up a notch
i was drawn in by the way you hang your head at the sight of me
im more than a failure because you want me this way
well guess what?
im not afraid of losing you like i was once upon a time
ill put you up on the bandwagon with mothballs and cliche
see you off into the distance

i love how you always fuck with my head

stop kissing my bones. we both know that all you want to do is jump them.

trace me some battle scars...

is this love or is this war?
take a shot in the dark and call my bluff
i got the benefit of the doubt
and smoke and mirrors up my sleeve
but who cares? (my catchphrase of the week)
every goddamn conversation tonight is forced through gritted teeth
you want to make it all right
like usual
go spin your web of sugar coated excuses
youre hoping to catch me at my lowest
but put up a fight coz this city aint about to let me go
im better off ted
and when i forget myself again and again
to the tune of another hot wired head
it brings me back to my feet
so you cant have it your way
but listen hard to the wind as it whistles through the alleyways
it calls your name
(love isnt love without war)