[dead man]

come home


say hello


drop your purse on the rug
at that time i was so certain of us. worldly combust
fuel metal jacket arson in love. carving his sculpture
chronic loss of composure. the thought that it's over
walking with my shoulders low in search. nothing novel.
I failed you to show you revival .. more or less
Orson Wells the futuristic. eucalyptus, bloom sickness
cue another new conviction. mood swing like superstition
superficial surface stain upon your existence
hungover jury noose addition. call in your witness
call me. just.. call me. listen. take no advice
fuck your taxes, kill your hobbies, marry your wife
awaken reciting passages i've dreamt in the night
i can't accept the fact i'm no exception in life
somebody else's problems don't exist. sho you right
nobody else is honest as we think. so we write
open microphone relational creating a kind
there's always soul to manifest. tapes to rewind
hate to rekindle, fences to climb. temptation to die
escort me safely inside. deadbolt dropping behind
lockjaw talking in circles. formerly known as color me purple
satin suit spotlight smoking right through rehearsal
I am loss. Jack's referral to a better release
her conditioner still scenting my sheets. please come home.





deadman