You're my catatonic lumberjack:
My dealer, my desire,
my blind and stumbling king.
Did you know
you're one with my setting sun?

I am hollow (point),
shaken but not stirred
so I sleep
as the words pour
out of my mouth
and into yours.

Do you like that,
does it feel better
if I let you light the match?
I can take a joke
just don't test me.

I bounce between your knees,
your kind indifference
soothes me,
wrapped in orange and indigo.

I want to flip your coin,
follow you home, 
a stranger bitten
(by the beyond)
twice shy,
no more to do,
just make it through
all this loving
we do.

I'm a tasty afterthought
who can't stand to think
of all your misbegotten sons.
The replication of sound,
your pathological tongue.

Just wait one gin-soaked minute,
stop taking my damn name in vain.
I'm not your unified theory:
I'm no better, no worse
this all seems too rehearsed.

I know I'm not the cause,
I'm barely a pause 
but I pay for everything you break.
You're my Mr. from Pamploma
and I've got you by the
horns.

Will you let me burst your bubble?
I can make your edges sing,
like the finest cut of crystal
like the damage done by spring.

I want to flip your coin,
follow you home, 
a stranger bitten
(by the beyond)
twice shy,
no more to do,
just make it through
all this loving
we do.

You're so much smarter
than the average bear,
and little man, you may not know it
but you set
the soundtrack to my life,
though I know, as it happens,
we've never been 
properly introduced.

Do you mind,
my mind?
Pick me up
and hold me
and I'll know what to do
to make you crack,
infuse you
with essence of rosemary
and a drop of chestnut oil.

I want to flip your coin,
follow you home, 
a stranger bitten
(by the beyond)
twice shy,
no more to do,
just make it through
all this loving
we do.

Everything you do
is traction for tragedy -
when will you awaken:

My catatonic lumberjack
my studied destruction,
my sugar, my spice
and my highest price.
No more to do,
just make it through
all this loving
we do.