socialism in d minor

[acetominophen]

take hold of my collar
cause im all up for melting
don't care to take follow
you know you're not helping

i guess this entry was more instrumental,
i guess that her hipsway was more sentimental,
i guess my last girlfriend just must have been rental

clogging these collars up with sick dollar bills,
and burning these necks with just less than their fill.
won't pray for a spark plug,
instead plug at the sparkless,
foaming for safety like fires were ageless,
knowing full well that we're much more contagious,
kissing for hours before washing our spoons with,
the same water used to bleach out our kid's wrists.

where we are i'm not sure,
but funny how close to where we once were.

oh well whatever, i'll just sing a new song.

.peter
the.sovereign.sect