lived in the ruins of chalk and pills
lived in the cheap drugs
and even cheaper spells
of aristaeus
went to the caves of madmen
with my noise fetish
and my big bully brains
slipping on notes
skipping on space
falling off stairs
went to the sleepy hollow trees
where words can't get in without a conflict
with my ginger-greed speed
and my shirley manson strut
but i never saw you there
i never saw you there
in my black sheet days
waiting for the bar painter
of the abyss, of the stylish, of the hearty-grown
to turn a corner
towards my frozen rivers
and i did some glossy stuff
and i did some growing up
and i think i might remember
your presence
if you could tell me
what you were doing in the basement
and if you let me down
i'll be okay
and if you hurt
harder than you fuck
i'll be alright
cuz i know how to give up
i know how to give up now.