now you know
greg dulli

since you're aware of the consequences
i can pimp what's left of this wreck on you
bit into a rotten one now didn't you
now i can watch you chew
let me watch you chew
did you have blinders on my dear
or were you just willing?
or was i unaware
of the damage a lie can do
i thought you knew

listen up
drive it off
punctuate it with a smoker's cough
light it up
stick around
i told you somebody's going down now
spit it up
get it out
let me kiss that beautiful mouth
tell me is it the same
my sweetness
my everything
and is this condescending
a comfort at all to you
we bit into a rotten one now didn't we
well baby now it's through
now it's through


it's just that i can't stop. it is that good, you see.

/

i'd like to hear the original of "i keep coming back."

i think this evening/this early morning, when i do finally go to bed, i should listen to sad jazz about love and poverty, while slipping to sleep as the blue light rises up and the city comes on. skyscraper emergence, that sort of lovely.

i leave my windows open.