and wondering

(a lot)

where these thoughts come from:

Candidates

and fixed elections

fingers crossed and good intentions,

Bias new to St. Sebastion

(lying on the floor)

A pain so far below

a pain I'll never know-

Pine

Pine

Pine

Graceful in procedure,

life's so time consuming

guarded

empty.

Gravity's

no force for me

(thank you)

I'll bring myself down fine,

That smell

Sticks to my sweater

I'd kill to know you better

(different state of mind)

Praying you'll go

blind

and love me-

Pine

Pine

Pine

Hate consuming

raving

I'm allowed to breath

but not to grieve

for those who ditched me

(long ago)

rest assured they'll never know

why I feel guilty

by design

(hide the details

hide the crime)

A hunger left to grow

an emptiness

and oh,

you know I'll-

Pine

Pine

Pine

Hey preacher-man

on my t.v.

(you claim)

you have the answers,

it's a black and white

and

Technicolor world,

You look at me like cancer.

Hey armchair Jesus

sprawled upon

your judgement throne,

barbateering

bumper sticker

slogans

(hell, I should have known)

This girl,

embraced by her thoughts-

You will be buried in your greed

The only difference in our sin

is how you want

I need-

I'll pine

I'll pine

I'll pine