Monday, March 31, 2008
Why ? - Rubber Traits

I want to always be on film,
to be caught in the cut coffee sober
Ding-di-di-ding-di-di-ding-ding-boom-boom-boulder

One scratched lens of...
of a brand new prescription
Drawing dates from a stacked deck of cards
and doom-doom-doom

I should cut down my caloric intake
I should go to sleep hungry
and wake up with my guts knotted up
and ears open like a burnt down hut

I want my mouth to always taste the blade
but I want, but I want, but (ooooooh)
I want to kiss like taffy
Hump gentle on a bed of nails and
Feel salt to widen eyes like a cut-up clam's tongue does
I wanna dump early on that BMT the rest
I want a patch of blue sky to follow me

Unfold an oragami death mask
and cut my DNA with rubber traits
Pull apart the double helix like a wishbone
Always be working on a suicide note

I don't want to (oo-ee-oo)
when I feel like I could have gone longer
(repeat x3)

I don't want to (oo-ee-oo)
when I feel like I could have gone...

Productive, fully-charged, cocked and pointed
Keep a tape recorder on my bedside table
Sweats, only the pants that fit the best, no belts, no cuffs
Walked home yet loose keep heel dies blue to a ten
Watch a fly hit a pane of glass till it gets real bony
His stomach swells up and he dies

I don't want to (oo-ee-oo)
when I feel like I could have gone longer
(repeat x3)

I don't want to (oo-ee-oo)
when I feel like I could have gone...