Sage Francis - Mourning Aftermath lyrics

rate me

I know I look good.

Stop sweatin' me.

I'm makin' myself look pretty

I'm makin' myself look pretty for you

I'm makin' myself look prettier

Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost

To scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts

My head's close to your closet door.

I've got the glass to my ear. My nose is in your

business (I smell something fishy here.)

I hear bones rattling. Poems battling for space and time

Phones that'll ring when I make judgment calls with pick-up lines

Sexual hang-ups leave me waiting nude and while alone

It gets aggravating masturbating to a dial tone.

I'm the home to run-away trains of thought

My one track mind is a collision intercourse where victim's cross,

Bedroom eyes...uncross their legs exposing inner thighs

I disrobe and show my most convincing disguise.

I've lived so many lives each death has left my face scarred

Hid so many lies under my breath that I can't face God

Dig into my mind deep enough you'll find a graveyard

I get nervous bodies will resurface every time it rains hard

"Don't cry, girl." Let me outline your short comings

My world is full of them and they're all in the long runnings

It's all fun and games. It's all done in vain. It's all a fucking shame

I ain't the one but I'm the one to complain?

I'm the one to come home.Compare.Contrast.Come fast

Make love to the present, fuck the past

Make love to the present, fuck the past.Nothing lasts

Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath

I'm makin' myself look pretty

I'm makin' myself look pretty for you

I'm makin' myself look prettier

Taking an acid bath, pissing on the shower curtain

The gal just laughs and starts dissing my towel turban

I had to ask if she knew how to listen now I'm certain

Now my task is just to get up in her like I was a surgeon!

I'm a virgin who makes exceptions at sunset

My dirty skin gets cleansed by the summer sweat

"Self, have some respect! I don't need you new and clean

But I don't want the procedure routine!"

A screw machine!with a few bolts loose.robot response touch tone

Hair trigger, happy-go-lucky emotion monger wants a love poem

Run home.dip into your closet and jump bones

Your secret admirer's stuck higher up and he's unknown.

Looking down on you.can you bare the burden?my ears are hurting

I found a few gears are turning

With squeaky wheels.they get the grease cause its a damn nuisance

Understand the blueprints for our mechanical movements.

It never ran smooth since we abused the Earth

Grabbed a hand full of pubics and removed the turf

Refused its worth, we lose our shirts.she assumed the worst

And needed proof of birth? I'm leaving this universe.

It seems doomed and cursed.see if you come first then come fast

Come here.Come back.Compare.Contrast

Complain.Constrain.Constantly ask,

Complicated questions contain scientific answers in your flask

Condone.Condemn.Come home.Come friend

Confuse.Common issues.Con delude.Comprehend

Carma.Chameleon.Come again?

Continue to come in you.Come to daddy.Condescend

Come and bring us (Confidence). Cunnilingus (Compliments)

Come to thank us went from guilty consciousness to common sense

Calm down.Complete.Compound.Come eat

Our Common ground meat from man-made concrete

Come to the street.Conquer the weak.Come to terms with coming last

Make love to the present, fuck the past

Make love to the present, fuck the past.Nothing lasts

Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath.

I'm makin' myself look pretty

I'm makin' myself look pretty for you

I'm makin' myself look prettier