Why Do You Do The Things You Do?
 
 
Why do you do the things you do is it they fill you with desire? 
From all the days of broken needles strapped into your twisted science. 
In the end you fry our brains, congeal our thoughts till we concede
Then wonder how on earth it is that certain people like you breathe

I now know why you’d say goodbye when all you do is drink and whine and use the Sun and moon to chart your see-through Day-Glo afternoons
And you look right through me, see right through your sordid bloodshot eyes, you look so low and so alone, so alone, so far from home

I won’t back down on my own
Won’t lie down on my own
Won’t fall apart too long
Remember that you’re not alone