Blisters

Fester in my emptiness
Hope something will come out of it
There's just so many thrilling ways
For me to waste time today
When it makes more sense
Creator of my own darkness
Just angry with god I guess

So drive a little slower we'll have more time to talk
About how we could possibly be what we want
How our melancholies are complementary
Every finger's a blister and blisters are what I need

A slurred proclamation after several vodka tonics
We were just perfect when we were platonic
But you held me on New Years Eve
The way drowning sailors hold driftwood at sea
Are you dizzy enough to honest with me?
So we won't talk for weeks

So I have that dream again I'm driving home from the bar
You've got rope burned wrists and suspicious marks
And the sirens call me so I crash my car
And I go screaming though the windshield into the dark

And if I sing loud enough maybe god will hear me
And if I sob hard enough maybe I can fall asleep
And I'm angry at god because when he built me
He left out the parts that allow me to feel happy

The neighbors down stairs are at it again
If I turn off my heater I can hear the argument
She thinks he is a monster he thinks she's screwing his friends
Same time next week nothing will be fixed
And I know
It's wrong for me to listen
I guess
I was excited
For the silence to be broken