just a little atrophylittle box with a locksitting cold inside a chestmr. winter blew her into icenow mr. summer's gonna melt her niceit's been so, so longdown in this deep freezeeverything's got a little frostbite, so don't teaseshe is scared of mittensthat could unravelBaby would say, "Let me knit you a sweater."so of course the rest is paleand my cereal is stalewhile my garbage climbs to my ceilingcause i got a little atrophybeen so far from feelingbeen lying to the girlbeen whooing the trapbeen letting it gobeen bowing to unworthybeen wishing on a featherbeen working out the kinksbeen hoping there is betteryes, it's just a little atrophycold killer atrophywon't someone please pass the atrophy?time to kill the atrophy.
missing linkhate comes - then it goesthe bottle is so fullhands no fingersyou got cherry piebut each cherry is spoiledtalk about the waythey walki could pick you outfrom a milecause you always slowdown in front of your reflectionyou never felt appreciated?was that when you were screaming at me?pulling the chair from beneath me?busting my lip?bruising me?scaring me?her and a her, but no hethe missing linkgoes chink, chink, chinkand ashes asheswe all falldown.
treata discovery. a treat.a slow blossom underneathyou eased me intothe point of a screamit was quite the delicious dream -come trueit camebut more before it wentyou took and gave and left her spentnow hips writhe in the memory of it.
quakesKeep those little waves a'comingI've stood strong in deeper ereMerged with solid, queenly EarthMother, sister, lover, selfA few grains blown by cold frontBut this woman quakes when she wantsI said, this woman quakes when she wantsOne day wind with change directionIf not, water will provide protectionUntil then solid she staysEasily navigating the mazeKeep stabbing sharp while she is bluntBecause this woman quakes when she wantsI said, this woman quakes when she wants.
pathological lovershe's a pathological loverher mens all swing from a treewaiting for that bananafilled with phenomenalityher domicile is a rocking boathalf under a Samsonian seathe shore is never near to itof her, land makes a mockerypretty, petty girlopen your eyes - it's timethe rower, he's a rowingthe sleeper has awakenedtime to strip until you're nakedshe's an apocryphal sisterturn around, she'll take your misterone can't despise crude lassitudewhen the pane is so transparentshe's an autocrat on a missiondon't give a damn who's listeningshe'll give and take, and take and takeuntil you boil and detonatepretty, petty girlopen your eyes it's timethe baker, he's a bakingthe thinker is enlightenedtime to burn until it's goldburn until it's goldburn until it's goldburn until it's goldburn until it's gold.