jeebus13
Bluelighter
Devils and angels having drinks with polite conversation on the side
and I feel so out of place I almost think I'm home.
They told me not to come back,
but addicts always forgive their drug.
Maybe it's finally time to be kind to my charges
and let them in on the big joke:
The big mystery
in the chewy caramel center of the universe
is that the more you write
the less you know how to express
in any other form.
The rules never apply to the rulemakers
and breaking them
has its own set of rules.
I am in love with broken rules
and they think I'm in it for the pussy.
Maybe I am,
but I think I'm falling for the pussy,
and love knows no rules, right?
Maybe this time I should stop trying
and let the words try for me.
I'm addicted to words,
my nose burns from snorting them,
my veins are collapsing around predicate nominatives,
my heart is pounding and my lungs ache,
my mouth burns with the taste of self-expression.
Someone call poison control
I'm overdosing on commas!
The world is slowing down
the flashing lights are growing more adamant.
They'll wait.
They always wait.
They're addicted to me
and I always give them what they need,
bring them to that ecstatic point of the fix.
Join the lights.
Smoke me like I'm going out of style.
Stick me in veins that never collapse.
Shove me in holes that you never knew existed.
I am only for you
and the world waits while we hold communion
in your bloodstream.
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
and I don't know how to take anymore...
and I feel so out of place I almost think I'm home.
They told me not to come back,
but addicts always forgive their drug.
Maybe it's finally time to be kind to my charges
and let them in on the big joke:
The big mystery
in the chewy caramel center of the universe
is that the more you write
the less you know how to express
in any other form.
The rules never apply to the rulemakers
and breaking them
has its own set of rules.
I am in love with broken rules
and they think I'm in it for the pussy.
Maybe I am,
but I think I'm falling for the pussy,
and love knows no rules, right?
Maybe this time I should stop trying
and let the words try for me.
I'm addicted to words,
my nose burns from snorting them,
my veins are collapsing around predicate nominatives,
my heart is pounding and my lungs ache,
my mouth burns with the taste of self-expression.
Someone call poison control
I'm overdosing on commas!
The world is slowing down
the flashing lights are growing more adamant.
They'll wait.
They always wait.
They're addicted to me
and I always give them what they need,
bring them to that ecstatic point of the fix.
Join the lights.
Smoke me like I'm going out of style.
Stick me in veins that never collapse.
Shove me in holes that you never knew existed.
I am only for you
and the world waits while we hold communion
in your bloodstream.
Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
and I don't know how to take anymore...
