Say nothing of the f*cked and the faithless
With streaks of mud on our faces
And these never ceasing nights
Of endless poses that leave us graceless
"New lipstick"
My lips are red and I smell blood
Speak but keep it low
Stay eloquent and true
Keep your gifts all I have is the present
With no need for all of the subsequent refuse
Of which I must refuse
I can't stay sick, no I can't stay sick
I got to get better or my heart will be fettered
I kept my days and my feathers numbered
So that I can rip them out in the slumber
When I dream that things are better
I am no prizefighter though my nose is broke
And I've never felt lighter than when telling a joke
Isn't this goddamn body just on loan?
Ogre models and ugly lovers all
Are cast about this city's sprawl
Mend the cartilage and bone
Because I can't do this alone
I can't stay sick, no I can't stay sick
I got to get better or my heart will be fettered
I kept my days and my feathers numbered
So that I can live them out and wonder
If things will get better