True Derelict

Nothing nice in there I talk fast and you just stare Nothing kind inside I spit and snarl and writhe The bomb explodes Pieces of you Pieces of me High pressure crowd control There is a reason that it hurts like this Lunch in the park Ruined for us by nagging thoughts That bug crawled in deep It chirps and clicks And limits sleep A sense you’re called Healthy thoughts Sputter and stall Out, in, and out again until It pricks the skin I bleed it out, let it go You were tongue exposed When you’re turned on I won’t see you that thrilled You catch a glimpse of my head Of this sad fucked worked that it’s missed A plume of smoke Surrounds us both again I watched you fall Into the crowd It limits me from everything That I want to know And when you’re gone I won’t feel the same again High pressure time bomb Going off in my head