Swing

She cam to and her

Whole life was how she remembered it

She ha d amouth full of fur

And she was laughing

She parked her hearse across

Three spaces posted for motorcycles only

And jumped out shouting

What the cus could make a nice girl like us

Feel so lonely? 

Are you weary as water

In a faucet left dripping

With an incessant sadness

Like a sad record skipping

And an ugly and ornery

And shadowy dread

Lurking like a troll under the bridge

Between your heart and your head

Please dumb blind kind sir

Lend little miss listless a bit of christmas

Shes been a real good girl

But now shes stuck here

The world is so little and still

Mysterious and ominious as ever before

Like an unmarked bottle full of pills

On the shelf right next to the ting

You were reaching for

Swing the groove round here

Where I can reach it

When I get my ass back on trak

Im gonna need it

Swing shift til I get the money

To buy me and my baby a moon full of honey

Then Im gonna turn the nagging voices

Inside my head

That follw me to bed and say

You suck.. blah blah blah