Bubblegum Hotel

The wind is cold and it's raining outside I'm feeling lonely but yet I'm alive it's old Stagnant and stale it's old The mawkish man is selling frozen berries A tombly stand where hundreds buried their love Frore to the touch like iron and ire and bullet and blood I blow up inside of you like a bubblegum hotel The legacy of Socrates taught me all to well Too never hold better to whether or not I'm out in the goons Sold like the rain seeping out from your shoes Porous holes whistle out from hell A bigot of God called it over and down down drowned In chorus with violence and glue stuck to your noose Quick writing with a feather and ink Life is better when it's fake and oh so frail A potpourri of whether buffet'd to the gluttons who read all these lies I blow up inside of you like a bubblegum hotel The legacy of Socrates taught me all to well Too never hold better to whether or not I'm out in the goons Sold like the rain seeping out from your shoes You wanted me nothing, you wanted me dead You'd stolen the pages I'd written and wrote in your lies instead You wanted to give it but giving ain't giving when it comes to you Took in the moment to seize it but really what good did it do I broke down in rage misbehaved as I felt compelled to sell you out The wind spoke in broken haiku's as I felt my word bringing me down I blow up inside of you like a bubblegum hotel The legacy of Socrates taught me all to well Too never hold better to whether or not I'm out in the goons Sold like the rain seeping out from your shoes