Kathy my sweet's heart was too big for me
So she shared it with Joel in an inn down the street
Where he filled it with whimsy, books, and bad poetry
The loveliest words to keep her preserved
Emotional taxidermy
As she slouched in her car, the guilt tore thru her heart
A head full of exhaust where sleep isn't far
But dreams never come, the true damage is done
And the weight and the cost are much more than I'll
Ever be able to steal
How does it feel?
The blood froze in his veins when I blew out his brains
In a living room nightmare, ideas stain the drapes
Like, "Love is amorphous, contingent, and porous,
"It defies all defining, there's no use denying,
"It's funny, it's always for sale
"Aw hell."
Dream to sleep, sleep to wake, for reality's sake
Keep it buffered with flowers, makes for pretty mistakes
But mistakes nonetheless, packed to dense to suppress
The insatiable urge to binge and to purge the soul
The soul.