Tonight you sleep on a park bench
But it's better than being home
You'd rather beg your friends for charity
Than tolerate your fathers fists
Stamping your body
Tonight you sleep away from home

I doubt you know
But you're just a big blue sail now
Floating and breathing cancer from the paper snow
And you're 30 and 8 years old with wrinkled hands
And an aching spine, a non believer praying just to stay alive

I doubt you know
But you're just a gaping hole
A selfless loon, a failing starlet in a minor role
So stretch yourself over your cavity
With anemic veins and feeble toes
And hold on hold on hold on

Your eyes are leaking kerosene
Be diligent, don't catch on fire
You'll burn your aching spine to dust


Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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