1. Sunglasses
love, for me, doesn't come from the sun, it comes from your body heat in the winter. i've been in a place where the sun's in my face, i've been cold but i haven't felt a shiver. new friends i have made are hot wheathered and fast, thinking of you feels more like nostalgia. when i find my reflection at the bottom of my water bowl i look thirsty, i should call ya. there were no cockroaches at home, now when i meet them i consider them friends. but you think that i won't when my house is infested. i squint too but i don't get your sunglasses. i squint too but i don't get you. i don't speak all that often but when i do i am usually cursing. they're the only words that make any sense to me among the humdrum words your conversing. there's a clock on the wall i can read but its small compared to the clock of my breathing, which will shake with my grandfather's grace and move up and down with my fathers worries.

2. I Don't Know What I Expected
if you don't recognize how ugly you are, you will never be pretty. if you don't recognize how pretty you are, you will always be ugly. my friends on my shelves are cooler than the ones I have in real life. My firends on my fridge are cooler than the one's i have in real life. i don't know what i expected, but it wasn't this. we are stuck while the fruit bowl disease spreads and i don't trust my moldy head. there's a secret to life and everybody learns it someday. when your grandfather winks he's foolishly telling you something. i don't know what i expected, but it wasn't this. if you ever miss home you can always google map it cuz a librarian trusts you even if its only habit. you were hidden in my index under Tyranasaurus Rex, and i will always love you even if you watch sex in the city. life is fun cuz its a joke. hurts no one when you croak. all alone your whole life, all alone after you die. when the cards bounce everywhere isn't it fun beating solitaire, isn't it fun. i've been making jokes about my dead friends.

3. Personable Person
city people want people around them. solitary city people are freaks. city people all want you to know them but not a single one wants to know me. i spend more and more time inside myself, i don't let any of it out, so many things not worth talking about. when a thought's passed, it will come back but as a parady of the meaning you first felt. so find or make a medium to say what you mean. you will fail, you will fail. you don't get what i'm saying but you'll still get something from me. there is nothing that doesn't finish prematurely. be a personable person. when you light your hair on fire with your blowdryer we don't put it out, we just stare at the flame. so smile my matchstick mama, tell me there's no problem, i say what i mean but i don't mean what i say. when i say "happy and sad are as simple as that. happy and sad are as simple as that sometimetimes they leave sometimes they come back. still my family wants me to be a personable person. be a personable person like me.

4. The Black Arts
i guess your ring is more comfortable on my right hand, it was a little bit too big for my left, but now i miss it cuz i fidget with it less. and probably the only time i ever fully gave myself away was to a flat chested freckled face in fifth grade. couple skate, late night, seven or eight. i never cried as hard as when she went away. i got dumped via telephone alone i rode my bke around the lake, like a penny spiralling down a funnel toward ambiguous charity. i lost a part of me cuz now i am cold and i sing "i don't care" in too many songs and i don't long for you, i long for television characters. have we dabbled too deep into the black arts to get back to witches of white and kiss without curses cast. i have seen your darkness and i can't unsee it. maybe my real concern is with imperfection, i mean this ring isn't exectly round and my fingers aren't straight, they're not even the same size. but the more i sing, the thicker my voice get and the harder it is to break it, still i can always break it. as my range expands, the louder i get i can be heard by more people, and maybe they'll understand how i hear so much music but only abuse it cuz on its way out i always lose it. honey i love you even if i don't show it cuz i'm full of life but i just don't know it.

5. Dog Wranglin Blues
i cut my hair off and i shaved my face, now i'm uncomfortably white. i've been feelin as dead and alive and as blue as the los angeles sky. i got a farmer's tan in a land where nothing is fertile but everything fucks and when they can't concieve the girls go blonde and boys get tough. i got a job and i took Claire's advice that we should all be working with dogs, but when they howl i can feel how ferociously they long. baby, talk baby talk and belly rubs help but also hide. and if i had the guts to set them free i just know that they'd survive. a growling dog feels more than anger, more than fear. i promise you won't find the world is cage after cage, the world's a sphere. i wish i could leave my house with my pockets empty. no keys, no cash, no phone, no knife, and got everything i need. but still i get my bones from a grocery store and i will fight for territory, and i know this world is darker than i will ever see. i draw up a bath cuz running water makes me laugh. i want the ocean and i want waves. the tub gathers my filth, the ocean climbs up the hills, but only the swans and rubber ducks will be saved. i want my music to show my soul without influence and i want people who are growing old at least to show it and i want women to be brave and bold and men sensitive and i want blue instead of gold to be worth something and i want to hear my neighbors scream with pleasure instead of anger and i want to see love in the eyes of every stranger and i want the babies born in LA to understand the desert and i want love. and the dogs i love give me that look like they know too, and they do. and your experiences shape and show in you.

6. Electronic
i've been alone so long that i've become electronic. making beats instead of making plans, locked in my appartment. i haven't been writing as much as i have been dancing cuz my brains done enough damage to my heart already. my demons are stronger than yours cuz my angels are whiter, i never fear anything inside her, cuz all was meant to happen and the 'verse she works for me in my favor. now all the love in my life is no longer labor, its a game of would you rather. i'd rather be giving you rubs and not get them myself, though your hands uncontrollably reach for my belt. cuz you can't have one without the other, that's why our peices fit together, i saw the box for my puzzle and found that we'll be bound forever. the other day i walked blindly and split my lip open violently, now it bleeds when i smiling. i've been staring at my own face, learning why my parts are placed where they are and what i am. if you look in somebody's eyes, there are things they cannot hide, how their home's have treated them. i'm from seattle and i don't shower, pete's from texas and he loves meat, hil's from the east coast and she is hard but she's still sweet.

7. You Don't Bend Like Me
paris hilton says she really loves me, she looks in my eyes when she sucks on my balls, she likes my music even if she can't dance to it, looks like funions and del taco for the long haul. we are accessories for the women on the billboards for our mothers' middle aged tragedies. and you are all inside me eating away at my teeth. paris i don't love you, i don't fit in your purse, baby cut my leash. lord show me your face so i remember, i am forgetful but i am wise. so i know that i'll be strong when they discover the final number of pi. i don't know if you would love me if you could see all of me at once. i don't know if i would love you if i could see all of you at once cuz its hard to love a witch with her fingers crossed and tarot cards ready to tell her what she wants to hear. and its hard to be a man being strong where i stand when i keep discovering in me some new fear. no matter how good at yoga you may be you don't bend like me. cuz my body moves to get lost, yours moves to get free. and no matter how similar the two may be, we must tear apart the hive to get the honey. if bears were bees they'd be buzzing and they'd buzz and they'd buzz-zz-zzz, just because just because this is not what they want, but it once was.

8. Minotaur Song
with you it comes naturally, feeling like a human. that's the difference between you and other women. because most of the time i grow horns and i bury myslef inside the biggest basements that i can find. if anyone should find their way through the labrynth i have built to hide from you, they'll be embraced with my open hooves and they'll be used for sex while they fall in love. and this is the freak i have become and i don't care what i have done until you find me covered in blood. clean me up, what have i become? will i be a high class theif and steal a diamond for your wedding ring? will you tell my monsters how to get to sesame street? am i homeless, am i a star? am i taking things too far? honey close the garage and start up the car with me. roll down the window, i need to breath, cuz carbon monoxide don't bother me. i'll be in the passenger's seat and you'll climb on top of me and we'll make out cuz we're still fifteen, and because we know that we'll always be. and we will sing "needle in the hay", and "until the anchor breaks" and "you will you will you will you will". middle fingers to our futures we don't have to see time turn us on each other, never worry what will be.