Would that you could touch this angel
in a clutch of snakes.
oh pretty, pretty, i'm aflame.
so excited, so unslept.
somewhat littered, so unswept.
you have to sleep before you wake.
i am spilled and poured.
i am peeled and cored.
i am hanging from the floor.
flicker like a freak through a sleepless week
in a black cell of forever.
there's a point to this.
a point i think i often miss.
oh clever, clever, where's your heart?
you can turn a phrase
until it reads a million ways.
it makes no sense but
it's as good as it is sad.
i am sad, elated.
i am segregated.
there's this stitching and it's itching.
all my friends are dead.
asleep in distant beds.
at least these enemies stay close.
take me to the pretty ones.
i want to be a pretty one.
sign me to a nice girl
so she can ruin me eternally.
they offered me a million bucks.
all i want is a steady fuck.
oh steady, steady, where are you?
channel surf a sea of static,
see the prize but you can't have it.
there's something thankless in a wish fulfilled.
i am thrilled and bored.
i'm unskilled, adored.
all of both and none of one.
i would kill for more.
i haven't killed before.
i could set this heart on stun.
take me to the pretty ones.
i want to be original.
sign me to a nice girl so
i can sing her something meaningful.
in my perfect world
i'd be signed to a nice girl.
it would cost one million kisses.