[Intro]
I heart L.A
[Verse]
I've got what letters one would need to spell winter
Safe in the belly of a white paper pinch
I hurried folding
This is exactly the sort of mood I cannot watch movies in
Boys' nerves all yelling "arm" into the blood brain barrier
Ganging up on now inside the big bone holding up my face
[Bridge]
My father was born in the '40s
They had just finished erecting the Oakland apartment I now live in
Since then two single mothers
And the man who cut his face
Have lived there
Day after day after day after day...
This is the day after desperate
[Verse]
My room is filled with day and night
And night and day
Since then my father has gone twice and left a message
The electricity is on
These are the least of my worries
The moles on my penis remind me of skulls
And all the doctors who would quickly cut them off and eat them
As they take down art in hotel hallways
Probably to the tune of plain old heart
Failure on a rollway
They hurt in the dull
At the hinge of both eyes
The no place of an ache
When you push and pull when trying to fall asleep
Soon things kick in severely at the nape of my patience
As the worm inside my spine contracts
I see me pouring cum out of the corner of a dug up shoe box
Across the hope lump of an old pet
Onto a large bundle of grain
I think what's wrong with the world has to do with those who fell in love with New York
Or Los Angeles, or Paris and Jerusalem
And me of course
Flagged in modern sneakers and perfume of my morgue meat adore
If I could only travel back in time and kick my mother in the face
After a permanent...
This would nothing
And feel better or worse
In the necessary softening of all my bones
There is more to life than manicured vaginas and saline solution
The no place of an ache
Dangles body
All around it
I've got no new spelling of the word winter
For the me on the other end of this airplane