three shots or wait, was it four?
and also a double
but it's gonna take a bit more
cuz I don't wanna feel a damn thing
I need more to deal with this deceit
it'll be easier, so much easier
to just scare you away when
you try to come my way once again

I just want sweetness
to ooze from my every pore
and stick to those around me
like honey; insatiable and lickable

but he started drinking around 11
and probably started pill popd about 7
and I only stung him more than
the powder snorted through his nose
and possessed more proof than all the booze he'd bought

it's like I either have
crazy chaos or absolutely nothing at all
I'm either a bright light or a black hole
always on the edge of the pendulum

I still hear the whispers all night
it feels like the devil entices me
all these suicides all around me
haunting me, keep haunting me
Pippa was out back
catching falling leaves
I got possessed by the void
and now I still can't feel anything

I said, I said
"it's more than likely to merely be
a deflection of my own nerves"
to avoid what's actually on my mind
I'm really ready to go ahead and die
and the only hope I can grasp
is that I could have a good enough orgasm at the end of every night

and I should've just told you
all my light beams
play ring around the rosie
with my head and my chest
and the only other place it has to go
is between my legs where it always explodes

but the truth is
that I've been wasting all my youth
on this little death wish
and I still don't know why the whiskey
didn't allow me to spit out
how much I really adore you