I wrote you a poem in my head and my nose started bleeding
Now open up your legs, because it’s time for a feeding
Inside my orchard the dirt’s going to shit
The birds are all silent but the rocks eloquent
I built you a house out of vomit and sticks
I paid all our bills with painkillers and tricks.
We wanted some solace from the noise of the world
But now I can’t remember if I’m that kind of girl
I’ll bring you a twinkie on a tray on my knees
While you whistle along to a theme on tv
I have no shampoo and my skull’s falling off
I begged you to choke me to the border of shock
But while you remind me what it’s like to die
Please spare time for a wink at the camera’s eye.