Locket to you
Under my pseudonym I write
In some ink colored blue
To tell you the truth it isn't mine you see
Cause I've been confused
Bending into
Whatever penance'll cross my mind
For being blind with greed
For all the world might leave
Before it blows its seed and burns
Walking to church
Sunday can hurt if you're not god
So leave it to her
To slowly deter one from their diary
Tell it to Paul and he won't cure it all
But he can give you some earl gray tea
And say you're right to be
A better sight to see
Behind the aniline and curtains
When you're either a pomade nothing
Or a line cook crease
Peter pan can take your hand and lie
Fucking the food
Susie can shoot her friend and die to sleep
And I can be you
Wearing my vocal fry for halloween
It's all so baroque
With wine in my coat
As the holiday goes on for weeks
It isn't mine to fault
It isn't mine at all
I sold my soul to sin and live in hurt