Shards of Pornography

I had a girl who I treated like the wind.
I gave up on her love before we began.
I'm a board with nails coming out.
She is grace (grey ace).
Which would be fine,
if we werent both trying to save face.
We are on the threshold of saddening times.
We are on the verge of severing torrid ties.
I met a girl today,
who says she likes to cut her legs,
but that I shouldn't worry.
But, I do!
Her ambiguity is cruel,
But I guess I'm ok (alright, maybe).
Maybe its crazy,
but I don't see in lieu in here.
Why do I seem to rub everyone the wrong way,
and fail to make myself clear?
I am on the threshold of offing myself
for the pain that I seem to cause everyone else.
I dont want to use my throat to vote anymore,
but I cant seem to help it.
Mama, I'm so clean
that they used to call me Mr. Sheen!
and I guess that I believed them.
I refuse to use my heart to roam anymore,
but it cannot be helped (trust me).
Somewhere theres a crack in the sidewalk
bigger than the shadow of death in this town
and I will find it!
And out in L.A. where the kids say oooh...
I really am someone cool, or I'm just bored.