you'd kill yourself wouldn't you



you'd kill yourself wouldn't you



you'd put yourself in pieces if you



felt someone could use your pieces



wouldn't you







you'd do it hardly thinking



go for random cuts relieving



how you wanted badly to be an airplane



to take us to your air space



the only place



where you can stop the shaking







you've got all the gasoline



one could ever ever need



say tell that to the one who



tell that to yourself- you







illustrate your grave disorder



walking holes into the floor



tracking drags your fingers alligned



along those locked wide open doors



say it to yourself



no one's gonna do it for you



so shouldn't you







you've got it all blacklined



in measured time a stencil mind



unveils the sleeping motor



dreaming on while your shoulders sink



oh no wonder







you sleep on edge like maybe



if they want me they can take me



but they're gonna have to drag my feet



from the drain