did you get teeth yet, i wonder
are you redeemed yet, i wonder
fine i’ll permit myself to be broken and alone,
love is a labour and i know, i know it wasn’t all for jokes
so many bitter words someone spoke,
not for pain or revenue i’ll come out.
did you cut keys yet for summer
is addiction a disease yet or will you flounder in stasis
and drown in it, oh bloody hell i’ve got the whole menu
it isn’t busy, i’m alone, love is a labour that i know,
i know it wasn’t all for jokes, those were genuine words i spoke,
my lungs full of dust and spite and i’ll show you
i’ll show you, i’ll show