Born Again Virgins

Dear bad feelings, I'd say I'm through with you

Leave this body, go and find someone new,

Or retire, you've got no practical use,

We show up flawed at the perfection assembly,

Free handouts for the student bodies trembling

You can't teach a lesson on a subject that you've never experienced

And you can't just write off these nightmares likes it's a coincidence, it is not

With high fives, and back slaps, the stories they reenact,

Now tell me, and be exact, how bad you want your virginity back,

Disappointed treasure seekers dig a hold in your face,

You can live with my strangers and the gallery opening is never

Sure as the sun rises at dawn I thought that bird would always sing to me,

But this morning was a silent brick to the face dose of reality,

Not another album soaked with liquor and gimmicks

You see it streams from my grey matter and I just spit it

Like broken knuckles courtesy bar fight

Another souvenir of the New York night life