Long Knives
1990-09-20
Sometimes I wonder if its you that's making me stupid make me forget where I put my car keys make me drive you to all the way to the beach, then swim around and go home without even getting wet.
Maake my brains run out my ears make my gray matter turn to dry concrete,
My cerebralness loose my long knife again, nothing left for to impale, un out my ears like a photograph of my infancy I forget where I put my keys.
Gooey knowledge drip down my shoulders stain my shirt drip drops on my shoes, I can't find my keys, maybe its something else, or maybe its you.