Wear the top,
Eyes all over: Feels good, feels good FEELS good!

Feels good to be seen, and heard,
And thought of really, really, really! Really!

Paint the nails,
Pierce the ears but lipstick too far.
Dresses too far.

Everything real too far I must be crazy
Must be crazy.

Must be crazy
Must be
Crazy Must be crazy. What is it to be home?
To let go?
And to love, really?
I must be crazy I must be crazy I must by CRAZY! I MUST BE crazy.

always older

Too Far is the 4th song on "The Devil has Texas" by Henry Miller. Available everywhere on March 5th.

Righteous (a sweet syrup)
burns a hole in his hand.

Too slow, too little,
Too much. It’s gross
and I’m tired of waiting.

I’m tired of living, and living partly.
I’m tired of silence. I want to go home.

I want to go home but not the house,
not the people, and not the always
doing wrong.

I want the warm, and I want the safe.
I want the rain, and I want the soft.

I want someone to tell me
it’s ok and I want
to believe it.

—

I love you too much
to let you do this to yourself!

Look at what you have!

It’s big, and it’s bright,
and it’s everything you ever
wanted!

It’s everything you wanted,
right?

It’s EVERYTHING!

Too Far

Take the bones of who you were
And make a new man.

It'll be better this time. You'll know what to do
And you'll know what to say.

How to live and how to live, forever.

Take the bones of who you were
And make a new man.

It'll be better this time,
It'll be better this time.
It'll be better this time.

You'll know what to do,
You'll know what to do:
You'll be able.


They were right.


Do you remember your brain,
And how it sat behind your eyes?

Do you remember the day
When nothing really happened?

When it felt ok,
When it felt ok,
When it felt OK!

Do you remember your eyes,
And how they sat with your brain?

I don't at all.

Do you remember the day
When nothing happened,
When nothing happened,
When it
Felt ok TO BE ALIVE!

—

They were right:
What is this now?
What is this
Now? What is this now?
What is this now?

What is this?
What do you want?

—

I'm sure you know
But you're not me.

You get to live and
I get to live and I get to live and die.

You get to live and
I get to live and I get to live and I get to live and DIE!

I'M SURE YOU KNOW.

they were right

Anything

The bearer of sensational news
Lonely eyes looking
Grab hold of something new
Soar and guilt and every day

Holes in my teeth

It's twisting
It's twist

Big holes where the shirt should be
It drapes
Got chunked on my way out
It shakes

Do something make it good
Gaze and understand

Do something Have it boil
Rush!

Make the blood shoot from fingers!

Every Day

The person in the back of me
Is making something new.

The big big sky
And it spins and it spins.

Red-hot red splotch,
Good to talk with you:

Small and itchy skin
And it cracks! And it cracks!

The person in the back of me
Is casting crimson burns.

The twisty scars are bold and bleed,
I feel you when it hurts.

Your turning, and your having,
And all the ways you were.

My yellow insides knotted;
I miss you, that's it.

Yellow Insides Knotted

I've been sick:

Holes in my teeth.

It's too hot – vomit suitcase.

Suck the blood
From violet hands.
Sit, and lay,
And blister.

Churn, and burst,

And knot. Squeeze, and

Blink, and cry. Hold it all together, now.

You're just as you were.

Feel it, sharp,
In the same one place.
Sit, and lay, and think, again.

Feel it, sharp.

Feel it, sharp, in the same one place.
Feel it, sharp.

Vomit Suitcase

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