Turning over in interrupted slumber You ponder others, growing ever wakeful You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need So unhappy, yet so preoccupied Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied Your eulogy is like poetry But your mouth is like a magazine Queen, dependency is cowering, please don't be confused You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated Your spine is made of metal Your veins are bound in electric tape And all along an impulse lights at random in your face You cought up an offering and forget which words are lies Then your skull echoes a singing pop As your brain is cauterized Within the walls I hear all of its legs There must be so many to carry it over our heads Seething and unsettled and oh such a let down And now these rusty spokes inside my head are making such a grating sound