tonight i want to lie with someone who doesn't care

i entered a room filled with elbows and knees

a lantern was hanging by a surrealist painting

i opened my mouth; shrapnel sailed through the air

tonight

i want to lie with someone who doesn't care

tonight

i want to lie with someone who doesn't care

if my laces are tied or my background is poor

is this too much to ask?

take this lock of my hair and lead me to a lover

of the creosote stained stare

her skin was the color of an italian summer

her eyes carried sadness and hope in equal measure

her head of tangled curls remained untouched by chemicals

an ancestral trait that made her mother proud

she said she lived by the ocean

but she longed for other fields

for other streets and other alleys

where more crimes are committed

she commented on my lips

then we slowly undressed

and i called upon the nine sisters

while she called out my name

tonight

i want to lie with someone who doesn't care

if my laces are tied or my background is poor

is this too much to ask?

you take this lock of my hair

and lead me to a lover of the creosote stained stare

at her naked

i sit staring on the edge of the bed

come back down to me

boy

for my feet are getting cold

though your mind be a hive

your beige body needs its rest

i just sucked on a cigarette like a child on a breast

tonight

i want to lie with someone who doesn't care

if my laces are tied

or my background is poor

is this too much to ask?

you take this lock of my hair

won't you lead me to a lover of the creosote stained stare?