Never meant that much to me, driving under was your speed
Something inside all alone, something twisted terrible
Why didn't you talk about it, a gesture to describe it?
How about we hit pause, this record's skipping, come unmoored
Your poems hit a chord, rumbling in 5's & 4's
Backyard barroom fight, two thumbs blinding one man's sight
Loud basement punk rock tunes, dirty floors, asbestos fumes
Sweetest soul and darkest tongue, laughing with you, all for one
Show me some dirty pictures
Howl like a dog
Give me radio wisdom
Sirens for song