Jawbreaker

Flattered that you think I warrant ugliness.
Gutters drain west, mud made a mess of us.
Its time to leave this place.
Id saw through your wrist to find a better trap that fits.
Id saw through your traps to find a better you.
A part of you that lasts.
I saw through your trap and into my own wrists.
Saw we were through, red ribbons spill to blue:
A sight to sore your eyes.
I got this dress.
Im hiking it around this waste of laughter.
Slow dance alone with no one to the sound of four hands clapping.
Congratulations to you both, I hope youre happy.
If theres a moral to this story then I wish youd show me.
Hair in the blood, fly in the disappointment.
Rubber, Im glue.
Ill write the book on you.
Its sticking to my face.
You need a little less than what you take for granted.
This is the sip thats drinking back from you,
Blacking out your eyes.
You need a little more suppression of you appetites.
This is your honeymoon, in separate rooms,
Its neither sweet nor bright.
I made a word to give this state a name, this game a guess.
I call it "sluttering."
It means as little as your little test.
You are your worst revenge.
Your very means, they have no ends.
This is a story you wont tell the kids well never have.
If you hear this song a hundred times it still wont be enough
[ Sluttering (May 4th) Lyrics ]