anything that matches take it grab it
it's yours
whether or not that's true

LIVING in your head every single moment
the dirt the filth
we ache
we ache
we want to live in truth but they keep saying truth is relative
and I just wanna go back to the old days when
truth was truth
and always proved itself to be that way

we ache
we fight we are going somewhere to
live for a few days in
our filth our dirt
our time of retching in the dark
STOP this is not about what I do or who you are or why you can't stop beating me with your carelessness
I was born to hurt from truth
but we're gonna get clean, baby.
Frozen
clean
cauterized

lifted from our lies

we click together better as strangers.
two no-names in a too-bright parking lot.

well, I know your name.

but we don't have to look into each other's eyes.
we could keep our hands in our pockets
and that is
so nice.

He says
"You know-
we could get rid of this
table easily"
and the lamp
and the coffeepot
we could throw them out the window
in the morning before
BREAKFAST
You and I, in the dark
will do dark deeds
disposing of illegal substances
eliminating evidence before
your parents
come for dinner, Honey
they won't be able to tell
what lives we lead
what little shame we have
when we wake each day
Yes, we are monsters, You and I
maybe we have no souls and no conscience-
but we could get rid of this table easily.