he says my pseudonym fits me well, but doesn’t know i vacation to hell
i dwell in the past and lie in dead grass that once burned holes in my soul
i know void like freud knew psychoanalysis
but i live in my psychosis and wonder if he knows it
him, he’s sweet like maple and hides in a mind he can’t seem to find
everything’s green, flows with sweet; nothing seems obsolete
he needs life like i need death — i could break your neck and fall in love
what he doesn’t understand is that life is pull and tug
i play in streets and need offbeat, i need knees and i need heat
sweat for love and lust of the gone as i hold forth for dawn
a yawn for his love, a yawn for his tune and how he sees the used
everyone needs a bruise, everyone needs a scar — yet i need far
far with a metaphorical sense of come and go, a tour of the world
to feel your door, spin in your world and leave you curled
but i hurl at your please, hurl for your heavenly
you say yes as i say no, you adjust as i say fuck no
i twirl the pole and look you in the eye, “i hope it isn’t so”
‘cause i need your disapproval as i feed off your negative
your mind is my festival and my festival is your horrible
you keep parallel, but i’ll stay perpendicular
while you go and i meet and live life how it’s supposed to be