i know i look good stop sweatin me i m makin myself look pretty i m makin myself look pretty for you i m makin myself look prettier let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost to scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts my head s close to your closet door i ve got the glass to my ear my nose is in your business i hear bones rattling poems battling for space and time phones that ll ring when i make judgment calls with pick up lines sexual hang ups leave me waiting nude and while alone it gets aggrivating masterbating to a dial tone i m the home to run away trains of thought my one track mind is a collision intercourse where victim s cross bedroom eyes uncross their legs exposing inner thighs i disrobe and show my most convincing disguise i ve lived so many lives each death has left my face scarred hid so many lies under my breath that i can t face god dig into my mind deep enough you ll find a graveyard i get nervous bodies will resurface every time it rains hard don t cry girl let me outline your short comings my world is full of them and they re all in the long runnings it s all fun and games it s all done in vain it s all a ing shame i ain t the one but i m the one to complain make love to the present fuck the past make love to the present fuck the past nothing lasts don t you dare worry about the morning aftermath i m makin myself look pretty i m makin myself look pretty for you i m makin myself look prettier taking an acid bath pissing on the shower curtain the gal just laughs and starts dissing my towel turban i had to ask if she knew how to listen now i m certain now my task is just to get up in her like i was a surgeon i m a virgin who makes exceptions at sunset my dirty skin gets cleansed by the summer sweat self have some respect i don t need you new and clean but i don t want the procedure routine a screw machine with a few bolts loose robot response touch tone hair trigger happy go lucky emotion monger wants a love poem run home dip into your closet and jump bones your secret admirer s stuck higher up and he s unknown looking down on you can you bare the burden my ears are hurting i found a few gears are turning with squeaky wheels they get the grease cuz its a damn nuisance understand the blueprints for our mechanical movements it never ran smooth since we abused the earth grabbed a hand full of pubics and removed the turf refused its worth we lose our shirts she assumed the worst and needed proof of birth i m leaving this universe it seems doomed and cursed see if you come first then come fast complain constrain constantly ask complicated questions contain scientific answers in your flask come and bring us cunnilingus come to thank us went from guilty conscienceness to common sense our common ground meat from man made concrete make love to the present fuck the past make love to the present fuck the past nothing lasts don t you dare worry about the morning aftermath i m makin myself look pretty i m makin myself look pretty for you i m makin myself look prettier1