there is no bus home
everyone singing a song
that i didn’t know
three pills twice a day
i cant remember your face
i guess i dont mind
my gun misfires
scorch-marks lash across my hands
i hear rabbits laugh
the vile creature writhes
a limbless mass of wet flesh
convulses and spits
memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am
mosquito bitten
sun-burnt and dehydrated
we trudge through the swamp
mosquito bitten
sun-burnt and dehydrated
we trudge through the swamp
so that’s the story
have i told you this before?
i lose track sometimes
i’m not welcome here
i have nowhere else to go
scratching at the door
staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you
three pills twice a day
i cant remember your face
i guess i dont mind
memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am
wake in an orchard
sunlight breaks through the branches
grass between my toes