Trunk Eyes

The way that she cuts through a room

Makes me want to exhume the madness

That flits between our lips like dynamite

And a moistened wick so

You feel like a firefly

Whose lamp's unlit

And smothered by

The bed, the sweat, the dawns of the past,

the taste of the small of an old lover's laugh so

You bust your bank try to build a better

bang for your buck, DNA to out distance

the tethers that you're tied to

the family lines that will hang you out to dry

and you wonder why

our hearts are such hungry beasts

the harder we starve them the more all-consuming

and I understand they'll never find the love that they need

so we try to run 'em into the ground

as I watch her unpack her hair

like stacks of black pyramids

so I smile like a crack in a dam or

a condemned chair to electric man so

(she wants stability)

what's that I can't hear you?

(she wants stability)

so I'll go and buy her a pony

(she wants stability)

I'll lay my head on a goddamn platter

(she wants stability)

but in the end, it doesn't really matter 'cause

our hearts are such hungry beasts

the harder we starve them the more all-consuming

and I understand they'll never find the love that they need

so we try to run 'em into the...

our heads are bottled up by the most heathen thoughts

our bodies hang in limbo of what we need and what we want

she's a cutter but I love her just the same

undercover but I never learned her real name

[x2]

she's a gutter but I love her just the same

undercover but I never learned her real name

(I'm an old man, I'm only getting older, the world gets younger as I push boulders)