The Fine Art of Self-Destruction

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I'm a witness to the sickness In a place I call my home On the weekend hit the deep end With the secrets that I own Like an old song with a new girl She never gets the jokes But you need her so you bleed her For the image it evokes Lonely process Only process I will make it up to you Took a long walk For a tall boy Sinking down in the couch Playing new wave like the old days Put the barrel in your mouth Like a sad man when he's deadpan Never knew a work of art Or a father with his children A marriage that blew apart Lonely process Only process I will make it up I will take it up to you Oh the old time TV movies Thinking you got it made Like a dancer with a desk job A dee-jay with a list to play I'm an old whore In a thrift store Looking for something black Like a bad dream when you come clean Hoping that you'll come back Lonely process Only process I will make it up to you