there you go
scratching your head at the joke
confusion like its setting the bar
much higher than where you are
stuck around,
tired as she kneels on the ground
drunk and drown
to slow the wheels from spinning around

and it keeps on turning
burning,
shooting and hurting
flesh shots only sting
she's learning

everyone needs the type of girl
apropo that loves to go
where I only go
when my head's not right
I suppose
when the length is shortened
by morning
I suppose
thats when I'm gonna go

and its always morning
shortened
nightmares blackdown and out
lightening
frightening
sped up and something to cool you off