I like it better when my bed smells like you.

What can I say?
I smoke and I drink
And what can I do?
I want to wallow in you.

They're telling me to
let go of you and save myself
But what can I do?
I feel better when I'm with you.

This was inspired by Ani DiFranco's Grey.

I heard the bomb, but felt nothing.

I'm constantly amazed by where I've ended up in my life.
I never thought that dead babies would be the solution to a problem.

Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem.
But you're my problem. Drugs are a problem. Love is a problem.

I'm constantly amazed by how I become a fixture in a room.
I never thought that I would be dating a lifestyle, more than a man.

Not my life. Not my life. Not my life.
But you're in my life. And I think I'm in love with you.

Push and Shove

You whispered, "I don't want to lose you",
but she's feeling a little adrift these days.

It's the way you found each other, the way things are,
she's a half-dead lover, and you've always been cryptic.

From separate worlds of secrets and lies,
loose lips sink ships, and kisses can't fix everything.

Pillow Talk

champ city
strung out faces, drunken voices,
tough guys with tamed girls.

lovely city
i want to make you happy,
but we only have broken promises & bruises.

lost city
a sink full of dirty dishes,
we are all lonely, but not alone.

oh champion city
we throw away our empty bottles, our bodies,
but we lose ourselves when we're held first in a lover's eyes.

The Agent

we're always getting better,
blue skies, prairie fields

we're always turning the corner,
better days, stronger nights

and that's what they say,
unfocused stares, burning cigarettes.

the pharmaceutical giants,
they don't care about a cure

they're sleeping with the government,
interested only in treatments.

the map is not the territory,
secret drug lives, secret love lives

i am not interested in your secrets, your treatments,
give me your cure.

A Conspiracy

a conspiracy of whispered confession through bitten lips
collisions of glances and stares from him & you & her & them & me
road maps of crossed heart strings and twisted bed sheets
freckles and beauty marks that fade into the night's stars

we measure life by pints of beer and shots of whiskey
always squinting through glassy eyes to see the sun rise
crawling from a bed, crawling away from another
& where did you come from? & why do you stay with me?

this conspiracy of admittance and dalliance
find each other in: him & you & her & them & me
look for me, a reckless heart with a messy bed
our bodies melting into each other, into the universe

what a conspiracy.

Do you still want to take me to the end of world?

Even the nicest boys won't like you when you won't go home to bed with them.
And even when you reluctantly agree to be with the boys who only want you in bed,
it's a limited-time offer, folks.
If you don't undress fast enough, they've moved on the the next girl on the list.

Keep on top of the game: tits out, pants down,
Drop those panties like a bomb,
it's a limited-time offer, folks.
Cause if you don't undress fast enough, they've got the next girl on the list.

If those boys don't want you in their bed,
If you don't undress fast enough,
they've already got another girl.
You're just another girl crossed off on some list, thrown away.