blue walls who paints a

room that blue

she ODed in his apartment

mouth fuckin’ foamin’

red shirts, just washed em’ too

What are we going to do with the guy in the

backseat

in the trunk

He can’t live there forever

[mostly because he’s dead]

Scorsese, Tarintino a drop of

                                     blood

suspended

or a fountain splattered against

the back windshield

the distance from the chair to the screen is                                                 

safe

as the distance between me

and the motherfucker

who ball-gagged me

[what a fuckin’ creep]

we’ll storm his shop, mow him down, won’t know what hit ‘im

get medieval on his ass

Like Kingsman \ foot in the chin sliced through the balls

                                                                         suspended

The distance between me and the real world is

safe \ You’ll never guess who 

was playing us

all along the boardwalk he doesn’t expect to die

[come on, it’s so fuckin’ obvious]

                         but they don’t find his body until next spring

suspended

                         in water as it is

but they blew up the chicken man and the racket boys

won’t know what hit ’em

the distance between me and

Atlantic City is not safe

I’ve got a 

little favor to do,

for a man who

won’t meet with me

[don’t you think that’s strange]

come on

everything that dies

doesn’t really

[I don’t really want to know

where they go

after the boardwalk]

(wouldn’t think about it)

wouldn’t think outside the screen where

my emotions are

                                                suspended

and the distance is safe

You know what Tanya told me yesterday
under the bleachers since she's my girl or something?
Katie's with Carl, Alison's fucking Greg but
Greg's still going with Katie and Alison plays for the other team
John finished juvie and Claire finished Jim off
but Jim's in the locker room with John in his mouth

Everyone knows because Gretchen's got a big mouth
Bill got his appendix out the other day
Honestly, we could tell something was off
But today he's back saying "You got something
on your face" like he always does. He's still on the team.
He's always been our best and everything but

things can change pretty fast, you think you've got a handle but
Tracey's lips got sucked up into her mouth
She's probably got bulimia but so does the whole cross-country team
She couldn't get a word out in English today
I wanted to say grow some lips and talk like a real skeleton person or something
mean like that but that was before the bell went off

I mean, Celia's dad's got cancer, Trent says he's gonna off
himself,  Chaucer couldn't write something half as good but
Jane Austen could, not that I read that girly stuff or anything
Jay stuck his tongue down Hannah's throat during mouth
to mouth in health, John got suspended, haven't seen him in days
Bill and Jim and Greg got with the cheerleaders just cause they're on the team

only three people didn't make the team
they let 'em on anyway, bench warmers. Just kill them off
it's what Darwin would do, that's what my dad said the other day
Some people aren't strong enough to stick around, isn't that right Bud?
doesn't matter if it isn't because he always gets mad when I mouth
off to him. Look at Bud, he thinks he knows everything.

John smokes cigarettes, it's like a cool kid thing
Can't have them or I'd get kicked off the team
they say they can smell it on your mouth
or something. You hear Trent finally kicked off?
I wanna say I don't get it but
It's easy to get choked by your own belt at the end of the day

Greg bit his tongue clean out his mouth jerking off
last night. I'd feel bad but
we all knew it would happen one day