On the present.
Letter grades dangle
looming over angles
in an algebra class
I'm failing.
Listing the tests
I've thrown away
I run out of breath
and time in the day.

Your breath falls to my hands
a souvenir I'll save for later
Your heart
and my doubt
Go so beautifully together
you think i should grow a beard?

Apologies, expletives, and denied love
You've accepted, you've rejected
from one day to the next
you didn't make up your mind

The girl with the crazy hair-

MacDonald’s uniform swasticas aren’t stitched to perfection
And the leader of the pack has fallen to corruption
What do you want me to do, what do you want me to say

BANG fires a bullet across the mississippi line
till dawn do we count our hours
seconds tick tock on their way by
and custard steps out of the shower
today is victory
yesterday's forgotten

A black man stands in a tanning salon
as jesus cries what have you done!
Littles kids, running from a razor CD-ROM
and Santa pulls out a gun!
If I was supposed to meaning something

A ridiculous favour to ask
like a burning bell tower
this situation looms ahead
epic similes and catastrophic metaphores
are none in the same to our own dilemna
with cat like reflexes

Studdered speech, and gasping for breath,
I move about like a tortoise on ecstacy
So tired of living, having to deal
but at the same time wanting nothing more
or less

Those eyes that move mountains,
I couldn't stand to see them scream
You're too wonderful, too amazing
to feel helpless caught inbetween
a rock and a hardplace,
a bitch and a stern face,

I don't think I can take another
look at you girl,
without feeling a little bit queezy,
after all I've seen you do
Darling why don't you come out of your cave

Salvation is only a phone call away
if you're willing to pay the quarter
and happiness won't find you here
even though you have it written on your calendar
Everybody says "you just keep pushing"

Written on a slate she screamed her thoughts
Left curled in the corner I bandaged up the forget-me-nots
Love and hate aren't seeing eachother
and our legs bleed from running from one another

Sunday afterrnoon I’m talking to my razor
He says to bomb the white house, it’s time to get rid of her
Your eyes say more than you dare to breathe
and I can’t smell spring over the gasoline

The night tells me she can't stay long
oh please I beg just one more song
writer's cramp block and tackle
Release me, sweet night, from these mental shackles
Flashes of irony, fear, romance

Get over yourselves!
You're not as big as you may think
hot headed heavy weights and tiny teen queens
make me want to kill
affection, sympathy; somethings you could use