Snake Oil

I met a girl today

Her hair smelled like lemonade

Something sweet, yeah something sour

Something that'd turn kings into cowards

But she ain't different

No, she's just the same

She likes secrets

She wants my pain

So I asked her out

We had nothing to talk about

And it was no secret one had to whisper

I think I kinda dug her sister

I ask my friends

What the hell happened to me

They say "Hey man, you're just the same"

I'm not singing for you

you think I’m telling when I’m not telling the truth

Dopesick, tongue tied, trembling, blood letting blues

I'm not singing for you

I saw my old lady

Down at the the grocery store

I said "who you buying them groceries for?"

She said "it ain't your business no more"

I don't care

What's his name

She says "Baby -

You just got yourself to blame."

I shut up

I just got sick

I turn around

I feel hell much more than shame

I say out loud

"I just got myself to blame."

Like I was singing

I'm not singing, I was never singing for you

My tongue my tongue coiled strictly for you

It pierced my lips as it shot from my mouth towards you

Your flesh swelled up and turned purplish blue

Stuck in your neck trembling, blood clotting bruise

I saw you last night at the bar we used to visit

Drinking with some prick, though you would never admit it

Though I agree with you, I should be committed

Though I’d never admit it, yeah I’d rather be committed to:

White walls, no hope-nightmare delusions of you

I’m gurgling backwards, shape-shifting fluids for you

A wasp swarm fills up the cathedral in June

I’ll flood your wedding day romantically removed from the truth