Blow Up Doll

The world is coming to an end

Methamphetamine meteors

This physical need again

And then, you grip me on the balcony

But you're not trying to save me, no



You break my back, neck,

Deplete my spine, and

Curl my toes,

Then, drop me a line



I meant to call earlier

I didn't remember

Oh, 'cause I forgot



My little forget-me-not

Shredded,

Then, pulled apart



Like metal, all twisted in a crash

It takes everything in me not to laugh

At these floating passports

Misplaced boats, smuggling docks

Labeled treasures, I suppose they sunk

Inside, outside

In your trunk

What you've got in your trunk



All it is, is baggage baby,

And you've got a lot



Of chastity belts and lubricants the same

Dark, conflicted, slippery games

With plastic figures that march one by one

But passing go isn't fun

If you don't collect that tiny sum

Of money, people kill each other for



That girl is a shameless whore

Who fed you right

Fucked you

Tucked you in at night

If you can't see it

Don't believe it

Unless the boogeyman is true



BOO



You know I know you from my dreams

The kind that knock me on the floor

I wake up twitching with itching eyes

I've heard those screams

Once or twice before

Yes, I recognize

These bleeding buttons and piss wet seams

Are two means for a bloody mess

They keep me together: intact and inside

The lines of my temporary chalk outline

At the very bottom of your building

I'm asking, can you hear me?

Are you listening?