tragedy’s happened in three states

butane in my veins
and i’m out to cut the junkie
no no
rum in my veins
and i’m out to cut all you fucking idiots
perhaps
but not the junkie
the junkie has enough problems
as it stands
i’ve had a hell of a lot of time
to think through this little life of mine
and though i’d like to say
i’m gonna let it shine
i feel more accustomed
to letting it falter and fail

it was funny
tragic
funny sitting on the beach
in Mexico,
staring at the infinite sea
and not thinking about you
or you
or even you
but wishing someone was there
odd that
for once
you foolish face wasn’t at the forefront of my thoughts

have i mentioned lately that i really don’t like you?
i feel that i should
you know
to keep up the lie
then again
i don’t think i actually like you either
fuck i don’t know

i spend so many hours
in my mind debating the most ridiculous shit
planning conversations that won’t ever come to be
fucking militaristic musing for the time
when it is NOW
when it is TOO LATE
i’ll be there honey
with fucking bells and nuclear weapons on

it’s feast or famine around here
imaginary or just real enough to be perceived
and i can’t fucking win either way
because all of you beautiful girls
are just out of reach
my choosing or yours
it doesn’t fucking matter

i’m drunk
and i’m loose with the curse words
tell you children
i’ll go triple platinum
and include you in my acceptance speech

it’s a wonder i’m alive
and that i’m keeping up
with conversation
you thought erection
you fucking pervert