It’s highway markers
With bigger numbers.
The lining of truck lights,
That would make your mother cry.
To the winner with the lowest bid.
I moved on faster than you did.
I’ve been in so many haunted houses
I’m starting to think it’s me.
It’s when all the connections
Start becoming dissections.
On a dark June’s wink passing prairie
Don’t those truck lights look so scary?
The plate in front just says, “REPENT”
So you put it in reverse.
Mind the photo of me you kept in your wallet.
One hand on the doorjamb looking back.
The red freeways of fabric on my shoulders.
I don’t know if you still have it.
I haven’t seen you in so long.
I was going to ask you something.
In the photo,
I was going to ask you something.
You must think I’m pretty means you must want to fuck me means you love me.
I kept scratching at it and it never healed.
I kept scraping and I’ve never felt better.
God forgive me when I whine,
I’m running away, the world is mine.
I’ve been getting out of here all the while.
Come on sugar, give me a smile
Someday soon you’ll have to learn
How to be a better actress.
Once I swam at 20,000 leagues.
Blitzkrieg blitzkrieg blitzkrieg blitzkrieg.
Get your roots done and make your hair more wavy,
that’s the reason why I left my lady.
In my sleep I hear a clock ticking.
In my sleep I hear metronomes.
