Suburbia
Promiscuity/
Is not that new to me/
Were lost and foolishly/
Caught refusing these/
Bits of truth, coddled, useless we/
Fought refusing these/
Feelings, now I'm on top, a movie scene/
The plot, you and me/
Lost, moving, we/
Are locked, groove in sync/
Hearts move to beats/
Set by the partner, soothing cream/
You first, I'm not the losing team/
Art, removing these/
Starched, bluish sheets/
And all sleuthery/
To find the mark, prove to me/
That this is worth staying for/
You claim the war/
Inside my head is baiting your/
Maternal instincts, patience born/
Of an unwavering force/
With ancient scores/
To settle with me/
Definitely/
Repaying for/
My scathing scorn/
I get anxious, bored/
And bathe in more/
Filthy waters, nascent core/
Ideals can't tame me anymore/
Than a shade has torn/
Cascading warmth/
Away from my aching form/
When I'm laying dole-/
Ful under its shadow, untainted old/
Ideals/
Might feel/
Different, gaining cords/
That act as heartstrings/
To calm me/
For these offspring/
So call me/
In the night darling/
The light softly/
Whispers for your Dark King/
That's all me/
Pray for coals/
To rake me bold/
Over, ailing warn-/
Ing, only/
Playing for/
You, take me home/
So we can make our own/
Unbreaking row/
Like you said, in Suburbia/
Come, burn the rug/
It flies, be stranded, hurt but loved/
Churn the but-/
Ter that serves us the/
Things we need/
To keep a beat-/
Ing heart in our chests, perfect love/
That you eschew, you worthless fuck/
I'm turning a-/
Way to be certain of/
What I really want, the earnest trust/
You put in me is burning up/
Curtains run/
To payphones/
But stay home/
Because their call is unheard, weak conn-/
Ection to me, mercy comes/
From other early punks/
That haven't woken fully up/
Yes, I'm that dirty chunk/
Of life, you heard these crumbs/
Of my reputation as rumors, swirling up/
From the depths/
Of being a bundled mess/
Under stress/
And my eternal clung/
To vice, the urge to run/
Girls are the/
Endearing nectar/
That deal the treasure/
I crave, sneer, its dreadful/
You think, but I dont fear the ledger/
My supposed peers will levy/
Against me/
For simply/
Feeling better/
As a weary blend of/
Sheer dismembered/
Homeless deer in headers/
Lighting my obscure remembrance/
Of the impurest remnants/
I cleared and reckoned/
On that day, shearing, testing/
The sheep, beer and flexing/
But my ears are restless/
In search of music, and up appears the next one/
And I'm imperceptib-/
Ly glad that Im here and destined/
For this searing helpless/
Life/
I'm alive/
And the mirror reflects it/