Describing the view from the center of gravity.
drunk and debauched. you were raised on depravity.
oh, it's grave, dear. hold your face near.
you belong here. you pa** the day with pills and wine.
every line ends in confusion. but chemicals wear off with time.
the peace of god to you, to you. I saw you loading in for the show.
you looked like a child bundled up for the snow.
funny and sad, confused and slow.
it's true that you can love someone you hardly know
a fruit that's bruised and overripe coats the ground in its profusion.
and I attract the damaged type.
suffer these to come to me.
and now I know heart and soul
raining through the hands of your useless friends.
black and gold. pouring from your mouth
and out your straining eyes into the lone,
last friend you found in me. the peace of god to you.
the peace of God to you, to you.