It's the midnight hour and
The moon has divorced the stars
Windows heavy with condensation
Killing herself while
Bleeding out her sin
Menstrual stains remain
Tainting the cloth that make up
His seats.
Tell me more of the stories you
And him who could have been me
Shared; Experience!
Bedroom overnight stay
Working two shifts while grounded
Naked in the streets
Sneaking around
Public [INTOXICATION]
Come home and your religious shit for
Fuck parents have no clue
Good job mom and pops
Jesus really must love you now,
A love so pure that
Your husband is a former drug runner praying for forgiveness
And you clean blood stains off the floor
While you're daughter fucks the boy you praise and
Are happy for
Blissful ignorance,
Worthless is he,
Banging as she screams
This is the end,
The end
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down.