Dirty Habits -

Framed a girl behind closed doors with hands clasped praying that she’ll beg

for more.

At least for now I’ll tell her that she’s happy with my company

An axe to grind my one track mind or who she fucks behind those blinds.

At least for now I think that she’ll be happy with the flattery

Her beauty was surreal my hungry eyes host

Cause she was the mural and I was a ghost

Dead flowers in her hair online dead daisies on her fence

But I’ll still die on that train from Boston to providence

And I proceed to cross the line every fucking time

Crawl in a bag of cheap sunshine cause when I’m high I blur lines

cause I’m you and I’m fine.

Lately I’ve been happy with this lucid sense of being

Cause I don’t want to die but everybody loves the dead kid

And when you suck him.

well honestly I just hope it tastes like me

I just want to watch you scratch and claw I just want to watch you fucking

crawl.

She spreads her legs like fame, shares her cunt with the big names

I caught her breath one last time as she laughs as a god dame

So fucking crawl

For now I’ll hide in your room where the dark will never find me

With my pint of gin and eight ball of my sires ashes

Racked up bills at your expense now at best… least my shit is spent

At least for now on earth I dwell so die with debt and go to hell.