It's two in the morning My beeper's going off I'm naked, i roll over Enough is enough These bitches always calling me Morning, noon, and night Gladys and Rhonda Darlene, she is tight, right What can i say They can't stay away From the best cock on the block today It's eternally hard It's eternally hard I've got five different sizes, shapes and colors Come over and try me, i am like no other You like 'em real big I got a GMC brand You like 'em little I got a mini pickle I aim to satisfy i aim to please Just give me some booty that i can squeeze What can i say They can't stay away From the best cock on the block today It's eternally hard It's eternally hard Aw, shit! it's Darlene I know it by the code I was s'posed to meet her an hour ago She said baby bring the big one But i left it with Brooke My dick, it's like chick bait One bite and they're hooked What can i say They can't stay away From the best cock on the block today It's eternally hard It's eternally hard So i'm headed to Darlene's and i get distracted Got my eye right on her block And then I slacked it Slid down to the girl on the bench sippin' water She leaned in, licked her lips like i was on her She said "ooh, you're one of dem girly men Well, i need more man in my men We could meet next week We could be great friends.... Nah see i'm a lady lover I'm a lady leaver Just one taste and you'll be a believer So girl take that My dick's so big i don't even have to pack See i'm just a little girl boy Trying to make my way in a man's world I'm just a little girl boy Trying to make my way in a man's world So I gotta go Got my 40 and my lucky extra firm dildo From the D to the I to the L to the DO What can i say They can't stay away from the best cock On the block today

This is the point Where the eye and I don't meet This is the point That spells defeat I have watched your un-love Written like tabloids That I had to stumble on buying my food There you were Unfolded in headlines and horror I love all those bits of you I love all those bits of you On the hardwood floor Where the bird imitates our fighting You turn the golf show on To avoid my crying You cup your arm to care Where the hurt went in Why does it hurt Complications of leftover racisms Why does it hurt You start the road trip off with accusations Why does it Feel like i've been run over in traffic Scratching in the dust of someone's leaving Punches in my gut Oh look i'm bleeding Not for you, for me this time, this time Not for you, for me This time Just for the record, there is no record That's the problem There is no "this is what you said" That's already gone All we have are our love And our guts baby All we have are our love And our guts baby They're all over the road You don't know the difference Between anger and pissed off One is doing and one is feeling One is doing and one is feeling And i'm feeling I'm feeling I feel like i've been run over in traffic Scratching in the dust of someone's leaving Punches in my gut Oh look i'm bleeding Not for you, for me this time, this time Not for you, for me This time I need to be healed I need to be healed Just saying it does it Just smashing it crushes it Just loving it douses it Just saying it does it Just smashing it crushes it Just loving it douses it Just loving it douses it It feels like i've been run over in traffic Scratching in the dust of someone's leaving Punches in my gut Oh look I'm bleeding Not for you, for me this time, this time Not for you, for me This time Not for you, for me

How do i feel Its funny you should ask I stopped looking then just crashed Everything shattered, including the light Much never mattered, nothing was right No coincidence was today the day she breezed in Reality said 'catch me' and instead got smashed in All over the intersection with our love note lasts I stopped looking and then just crashed I stopped looking and then just crashed What was that was that me What was that was that me What just hit me like a ton Just when you think you're done being shown I know three seconds before me and one behind We'd still be flying at 65 But something just hit me like every fatal shoulda been It shoulda been me in your eyes I wanna go down on you drive my fingers round on you open four lanes wide with you get high with you, just lie with you Roll down the road with you space grows with you get high with you, just lie with you Put your hands on my wheel ask me how i feel I'll space out no doubt I gotta work that one work that one out I can't find it without collision You're seeing whats blocked from your vision I am wrapped up in my van I am wrapped up in my van That I put her on the line I take it as a sign Something loud had to happen New roads to be mapping I'll give you light where you give light i'll give you weight where you give weight When you screamed I didn;t have time to hit the breaks You snap your head around make sure im okay You grab the registration to see who has to pay I'm a hazards-blinking fragmented mess my house is a wreck, my love's an insect All i can do is reflect Everything shattered, including the light Much never mattered, nothing was right I let go and got trapped This is just scrap This is just scrap This is just scrap metal on the intersection making noise I'm holding on to this wheel like its the hardest thing I feel Like highways are the markers i can scratch on my correction with Like it's a major road i can just drive into protection with I dream on all the downhills I miss the wish I hole the fills I dress it up and call it 'no frills' My bones are jerked around and it kills I wanna blow this up make it last I wanna see how hard it will smash I wanna bang forces Metaphorphis this Metamorphosis Metaphorphis this Metamorphosis I wanan rub my skin up and down not head trip around and around I wanna make songs like they're a force full field Like I could call on you And you'd come singing and real Like I could call on Serenity She'd come up form the ditch Saying what do you need what do you need what do you need my bitch Like a firey fierce full field I'll just kick back while you take the wheel We'll call out to where the songs come in (all hail sparkly queen areola) Around this pain-in-the-ass accident They hover above, just like our love I just wrecked i got decked all i can do is reflect Everything shattered, including the light Much never mattered, nothing was right You talk me round about how love is bound Then tie me up in tongues too true for the taking I can lick licking and suck sucking Get right on down to the muck we're ducking But catastrophe's there and the crashing's there and every past we're rehashing's there And she was there and we were there and i looked down and my heart was bare and I screamed into the brakes and this is how it makes Love to you Love to you Well forget about all of that crap Cuz this is just scrap this is just scrap this is just scrap metal on the intersection making noise

A pink moon is out tonight And my heart is folding over Because i think she liked me And i mighta had her But he's got a real one And mine's from the store Why is it so lonely In between boy and a girl They're so glued down In this world And what it means I'm trans alla that Gender i'm a bender Bi bye girl In the parking lot Where we kissed good night And you squeezed my hand A little extra tight Well i knew right then That you felt the same If you'd just get out Of that boy and girl game Why is it so lonely In between boy and a girl They're so glued down In this world And what it means I'm trans alla that Gender i'm a bender Bi bye girl But you're so caught up In your boyfriend jock And he fits right in And he hits the spot But the spot you missed Was the one of me The boy girl wonder From Queens

It might be rude to scream But i get so pissed All your space gets sucked away Becomes their junkyard mist The country is shrinking Everyone's breeding Like rats in a cage We're strangled and scared Could we just take care Of each other could we Just take care Could we see beyond The pasture of childhood rage And minimum wage Could we see beyond this Pasture your country Was built on slaves Driving down and out of chicago I'm looking for the highway And i look around And oh my goddess What have we done Past the jewel osco pass the bus Spewing black air all over This black neighborhood Mainly it's bars and fast food Fast fast food cheap poison Oh my goddess What have we done What have my fathers Done to my brothers What have our leaders Led us into What have we chosen Fast asleep in racist baths That keep people powerless Polluted and poor Scrubbed clean of their gods Oh my goddess goodness Where are we now I'd bang down your billboards Suck nourish from this rusty I'd send those streams To wash it clean Make everything wet And lusty I want the loggers To be cast away I want to let The mantises pray I want the loggers To be cast away I just wanna play Don't sell me your junkyard Don't package my death I need the earth for my feet And the wind for my breath

Cities and love both relentless and gray I bawled my eyes out three times yesterday for European strangers and their lunchtime trade I'm a mess for love I'm dirty from the city I've been looking around to find warmth in the shitty glares that they give you when they're so busy living When they're so busy living I've made up my mind my mind's always changing I've been spending my time just rearranging for all the changes i go through all the miles to drive all the waves that i float through all the watchful eyes all the tunes to pull notes through all the names to file i would go hungry and meek if love were left to the weak I would go hungry and meek if love I've got socks stuffed with numbers my head stuffed with you the bite on your neck was the least i could do My eyes are like water my ears are like tires my legs are like books they spread like fire If there's one thing for sure it's you are who you know So let's check in our passports let's check in our passports let's check in our passports and see where there's left to go

Do do not not fear what pushes you over the line evolution never stops a revolution always costs it all comes out in a matter of time

May you always be blessed With good train karma (all hail ye sparkly queen) May your life ravel out Like a novel and a good one May your crotch never itch May you always be a bitch May your memories Be your stories May you own what you know May your blue collar Turn silver in your sleep May your Metrocard Never run out May you always come out To hear the band When they play Your favorite songs May your water Pass through you As gentle and rushing As a stream May your life run out Like a scattering dream May your life be shoot the star And the red middle Always fall out May the city not degrade you May she offer you community May the stranger girls Who pass you On the sidewalk smile May the nipple Always serve you May you suck on her to wisdom It's the Sparkle In the Queen Areola It's the Sparkle In the Queen Areola

It's a rainy Brooklyn morning You're a phone number And six states away I dialed and found you home Your voice comes back Like the day comes back From a night of dreams You're getting married And you're crazy about her You really miss me I know exactly what you mean Oh that's so nice to hear You've planted All your roots down there I'm still wandering Like the fruit fallen from the tree Is she nice to you not like me Like the wife she was raised to be I remember peeling Off your clothes To find your body A layer of my favorite cake I remember blowing Mad cash on you I was living like I had it Loving like we had it too I miss those night together On your futon on the floor And your drives to carolina And pink floyd Our common core And your breath Between my shoulders And your car That took me miles Across state lines And space and time I think I'll step outside now Catch a slice of sunlight Through the rain I'll try and feel the sunset Hiding in the clouds Here your poems Still warm me When memory drains Did I mention that I miss you And I love you sometimes Not in that famous Star-crossed way In that love with a limit way Isn't it nice I still don't know What you do for money Isn't it nice only your art Came up in conversation Isn't that nice On a rainy Brooklyn Morning I dialed and Found you home

Angels we have heard are high Smoking joints up in the sky Delusions are floating by Paranoia's running wild Ganja In excess ain't dangerous Angels we have heard are high Smoking doobies in the sky Smoked me out on sunday night Now church really does feel right Ganja In excess ain't dangerous Angels smoked me out last night After getting jesus high He says ganja makes you strong I say great! pass me the bong Ganja In excess ain't dangerous The church social was real fun Munching down sin-a-mon buns Boy those catholics are uptight Glad i took this flight tonight Ganja In excess ain't dangerous Mother Mary was naive Baked a cake with Josephs weed She passed out then he came in Immaculate conception Ganja In excess ain't dangerous

The overplayed disco song Pumps into the ceiling Where my poached eggs Run over my teeth It's Mother's day I delve into The almost creature ovary That's suspended On my toast On Mother's day The waitress's mother Comes in for a kiss "Happy Mother's day Mama" I'm bathing in diner scenes And strained caffeine tea The waitress is the stranger Who nourishes me On Mother's day

I'll have a big back yard to run in And a big oak tree for climbing And a wrap around porch To sip homemade iced tea That brewed in the sun While i watched it I'll whisper my secrets To the wind Their dollars to me Won't mean nothing Except maybe to keep The weeds down In my vegetable garden My mail will come to 33 zen lane In a county called rushing river That's its native name My family will be my friends My friends will be my home You can't call me You'll just have to come Because i won't have a phone

Will you miss me my dear And my wild wild hair Maybe love is underwater And i am caught on the rocks I am not your enemy's daughter I see your mind it blocks Will you miss me my dear And my wild wild hair Take me through The pot-luck romance Drug me up on cardboard wine Come undress me Look right through me Call me someone else's name Will you miss me my dear And my wild wild hair We could fuck to Wheel of Fortune Be the Vanna feminists Dress me up in sparkly skins You could be the prince of it Will you miss me my dear And my wild wild hair Sorrys are like promises They get bigger every time They grow like weeds and laundry And they infect my mind Will you miss me my dear And my wild wild hair We talk hotels We talk whiskey Under water Over thinking Will you miss me my dear And my wild wild hair We could be the wind We could be the wheels We could jump right in We could be the fields Will you miss me my dear And my wild wild hair There's a well inside of me Throw a penny in And watch me cry I was raised on a dead end street And the only end is goodbye Will you miss me my dear And my wild wild hair