In the end it's all just flesh
An awkward silence after sex
The same bulimic conversations
Between the nights of emptiness
In the distance snarls of hate
And upstairs just broken plates
She came at dawn with the big solutions
Her lips so blue on a bled white face
She said "I think I'm dead but I know you're not
So you're talking to me, that's fair enough"
I got so drunk that my lips are numb
Eyes full of tears, no control of my tongue
We watch the breeders breed
And we hear their children scream
The diplomats in limousines
Snake down a road like a filthy stream
Expectations solid weights
I'd rather drink these dreams away
I think you're just too scared to leave here
But then I'm just too weak to stay
She said "I think I'm dead but I know you're not
So you're talking to me, that's fair enough"
I got so drunk that my lips are numb
Eyes full of tears, no control of my tongue
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