bird flu

i'm a killjoy

even offstage i'm plastered

memories of a sex stained flower

on the wall of your room

i need a view

i need a few

people around me think california bound

we're turning blue and yellow

we don't make a sound

i've sunk into cold floors

half naked and always stumbling

you are to me

however you want to be

as long as we're machines

we are just a dream

no ordinary tease

of another life

come find

we ought to be

how we used to be

a more human and extraordinary love

hush up that gypsy queen in the back of magazines

crush the pills

flip it over

rip this oxy

fuck altar boy sensitivity

make it numb to learn

we can't get far enough

from nothings of dancing on the streets like we paved them ourselves

and now we've learned to chase our liquor with disaster

palm readers never let you know

palm readers never let you go

we're all ribbon chasers

without ribbons of our own

under the watchful eye of a dirty bird

my chemical companion

can't you read my mind?

you want some attention

but i'm tired of it tonight