well, there's no one left to please
write me grievances and leave them with the doorman
I'll get drunk alone and reinvent the sonnet
shoot me in the liver with a candy coated bullet
afterwards in trances making
shapes with what's left over
from the ever-present-elsewheres
dreaming dreams and singing in tune
I fault the world for making sense to me
and providing nothing less
than secondary devotion and disgusted forms of coping
with everything I'm given
everything I gave to me
made it wrong and I'm atrocious
it's not real and I believe it
contradict me please I'm bleeding
write me grievances and leave them with the doorman
I'll get drunk alone and reinvent the sonnet
shoot me in the liver with a candy coated bullet
afterwards in trances making
shapes with what's left over
from the ever-present-elsewheres
dreaming dreams and singing in tune
I fault the world for making sense to me
and providing nothing less
than secondary devotion and disgusted forms of coping
with everything I'm given
everything I gave to me
made it wrong and I'm atrocious
it's not real and I believe it
contradict me please I'm bleeding