sour pine
I cut corners and pull edges
I stand on the sidewalk
With my hands in my pockets
I want you
to address me properly
Look me in the eyes while we're talking
Like my manhood is on the line
I drink from out a bottle
And shatter the glass
In my eyes, my only way to see.
I look at you with my eyes closed.
No direction
No where else to go
And I won't cry for you.
Like a child I am lost
I cut corners and pull on the edges.
I stand on the sidewalk
And wait for no one.
My spirit is ruled by a beast
that cannot be tamed—
its cravings, briefly satisfied
