The ringing of absence overpowers every song
Stab my ears with toothpicks to unhear
The prima ballerina twirls into my unknown
Wearing ragged camouflage
To ring in new year
I unbelong
In the house i burned frankincense
Didn't sing a single tune
All the sweet traditionals tied up with rope in a moldy back room
I swallow my way through dinner
Fished from the poisoned well
I feed myself from it daily
I know exactly what's rotting in there
You would think either you're alive or you're not
And you can't just pick a side and feed the doubts to the dogs
I've been crying myself a beautiful fog
There are mites in my beehive and they've taken all i got
I've always been a scab picking, finger licking
Pocket slicing, nickel dropping, floor crawling
Ear to the ground kind of girl
I scrutinize the body, it keeps getting caught up in
Love and worship, fishnet, harness, pyramid schemes
I am building it a tomb out of tv ads and doom
You may seal it with a little spit and a smile
I can offer you a spot where my pillow's drenched in snot
Just let me scoot over a little to the side
Wish i was a lock-picking, finger sticking
Socket touching, core fucking, years lost to death
And then found kind of girl
I monetize the wreck, from the toes up to the neck
I am barely moving, yet somehow still a blur
You would think either you're alive or you're not
And you can't just pick a side and feed the doubts to the dogs
I've been crying myself a beautiful fog
There are mites in my beehive and they've taken all i got