Thought no original art/ you're wearing out your creative heart/
Every cut on your chin/ I put alcohol in/ just to watch you bite down on your lip


You're high on every sight/spend your whole $#&@ing life in reflective light/like a poet's muse/ every line is a bruise/ it's a full time job to protect, you're abused

With you I have to go out fighting/ my knuckles are bleeding/ and my own blood's blurring my sight/ With you I have to go out fighting/ my eyelids are closing/ I'm sinking back out of the light


Stop, you're wasting your breathe/ every writer you quote leaves me still unimpressed/ but I'm not convinced that you've/ read any Hume anyway


Time bites down as he's motioning to kneel/ you have him wrapped around your heels/ like I was wrapped around