Will make a rag doll of God/Wind up our new music box

I slept with that dealer all summer/The ecstasy is still in my spine

A neighbor kid gets dared to touch the house/ He runs back only to announce/ 'There's no one home'

And you speak of a fever/That burns you inside/As you explain to your mother/How you wanted to die

The girls in gowns all nurse the dark/ Pulling it near to their swelling breasts /And watch as it seeps to their hearts/And beats within their virgin chests

I'm a cartoon, you're a full moon, let's stay up

Like when I fell under the weight/Of a schoolboy crush/ Started carrying her books/ And doing lots of drugs/ I almost forgot who I was

And if I don't come back/ I mean if I get side tracked/ It's only cause I wanted to

Feeling close but keeping my distance/ On all fours she's just so insistent/ Fills my mind with jump ropes and slit wrists

The worm in my heart is the apple of your eye

And the way that you hate me, and the length of your hair/ It's the reason I made you, it's the bond that we share

We became what we wanted to be/ Like a dream or a ghost

Got to get to the center/ Got to get to the concert/Run off with a dancer/Gonna celebrate

So now let all of the light that collects on your plants/Keep you warm, make you smile

I saw the future once/ I was drunk in a phone booth

So that is fine, yeah, come by/ We'll take the afternoon off/ We can kiss and undress/Or if you want, just talk

You said you hate my suffering/ And you understood/ And you’d take care of me /You'd always be there/ Well where are you now?

Like once in this storm, they drove me and justin home/ The music was just being born/ It was all I was longing for

and we'd get drunk and kiss/our bodies twist like shoe laces.

You said you'd be my dream/ I could have you every night/ And if by morning I'd forgotten you/ Well, no big deal, that'd be all right /Because you're the reoccuring kind

While my mother waters plants/ My father loads his guns/ He says death will give us back to God /Just like this setting sun is returned to this lonesome ocean

And I'm fine, still swimming through time/ Afraid some days I've reached the shore.

Well, I say come for the week/ You can sleep in my bed/ And pass through my life like a dream through my head.

Drink liquid clocks until I see God

I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth /With a post-modern author who didn't exist