Sage Francis - Mourning Aftermath lyrics

I know I look good. Stop sweatin' me. I'm makin' myself look pretty I'm makin' myself look pretty for you I'm makin' myself look prettier Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost To scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts My head's close to your closet door. I've got the gla** to my ear. My nose is in your business (I smell something fishy here.) I hear bones rattling. Poems battling for space and time Phones that'll ring when I make judgment calls with pick-up lines Sexual hang-ups leave me waiting nude and while alone It gets aggrivating masterbating to a dial tone. I'm the home to run-away trains of thought My one track mind is a collision intercourse where victim's cross, Bedroom eyes...uncross their legs exposing inner thighs I disrobe and show my most convincing disguise. I've lived so many lives each d**h has left my face scarred Hid so many lies under my breath that I can't face God Dig into my mind deep enough you'll find a graveyard I get nervous bodies will resurface every time it rains hard "Don't cry, girl." Let me outline your short comings My world is full of them and they're all in the long runnings It's all fun and games. It's all done in vain. It's all a ----ing shame I ain't the one but I'm the one to complain? I'm the one to come home.Compare.Contrast.Come fast Make love to the present, f** the past Make love to the present, f** the past.Nothing lasts Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath I'm makin' myself look pretty I'm makin' myself look pretty for you I'm makin' myself look prettier Taking an acid bath, pissing on the shower curtain The gal just laughs and starts dissing my towel turban I had to ask if she knew how to listen now I'm certain Now my task is just to get up in her like I was a surgeon! I'm a virgin who makes exceptions at sunset My dirty skin gets cleansed by the summer sweat "Self, have some respect! I don't need you new and clean But I don't want the procedure routine!" A screw machine!with a few bolts loose.robot response touch tone Hair trigger, happy-go-lucky emotion monger wants a love poem Run home.dip into your closet and jump bones Your secret admirer's stuck higher up and he's unknown. Looking down on you.can you bare the burden?my ears are hurting I found a few gears are turning With squeaky wheels.they get the grease cuz its a damn nuisance Understand the blueprints for our mechanical movements. It never ran smooth since we abused the Earth Grabbed a hand full of pubics and removed the turf Refused its worth, we lose our shirts.she a**umed the worst And needed proof of birth? I'm leaving this universe. It seems doomed and cursed.see if you come first then come fast Come here.Come back.Compare.Contrast Complain.Constrain.Constantly ask, Complicated questions contain scientific answers in your flask Condone.Condemn.Come home.Come friend Confuse.Common issues.Condelude.Comprehend Carma.Chameleon.Come again? Continue to come in you.Come to daddy.Condescend Come and bring us (Confidence). Cunnilingus (Compliments) Come to thank us went from guilty conscienceness to common sense Calm down.Complete.Compound.Come eat Our Common ground meat from man-made concrete Come to the street.Conquer the weak.Come to terms with coming last Make love to the present, f** the past Make love to the present, f** the past.Nothing lasts Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath. I'm makin' myself look pretty I'm makin' myself look pretty for you I'm makin' myself look prettier