There are three wonderful pictures
Of your awful face
Stuck to the gla** of my dresser
And if you call me
Because you want them back
I'll tear those s**ers down
And put em in a mailsack
Hearts are never broken
Skin stays in one place
In dreams where the stairs
Go down at an angle
The walls are silly
And the lights are burning white sticks
I am cement
Turned back into water and mix
When you pour me
I'll be dry
Tonight