Secondhand Surgery

tell me you need it

cause it's too soothing to know

there's no end

can you separate it

I know you want it

to feel control

no traffic in these eyes

when veins in tantric change

it's slow pumping thought my legs

we'll try to carry on

with veins in tantric change

and yes we'll try

to stomp these days away

what if right now these heads

rolled dead across the table

who'd sew theirs back?

I'm slowing thinking

of switching your head

with my body

we can start these days the same

comfort me on the floor with these bones

they're two mouths to feed

I am just a ghost

you think I'm rested

I am more shot than you know

I hear and chase them off the rooftops and the walls

it feels like there's something in the walls

no traffic in my eyes

it takes the pain away