Cymbals Eat Guitars - Secret Family lyrics
rate meUp over the queasy glossed acre of scrub pine hind your houseThrough the glass of the sliding door it passes now without soundLeave my clothes in a heap on the floorCollapse into bedThe worlds dead lid sagging green-black and pregnantStill its a fatuous wish to be blank and brand-newNoticing motion in this sick and sprawling splendorSpilling gutsMotes were clouds in spokes of shivering sunThe life to come, the life to comeYou snorted up an orgasm times twentyThen one day you cant turn the shower onLook downAll your birthmarks and scars are goneSkin pink and virginA burn victimWhat you sloughed off found cold in your bed and mournedBefore ever trying weedBefore the blind opioid glowHe loved his secret familyAnd what a painHiding dilationUnnatural brightnessFrom the corner store clerkWho never looked up
