Navigating The Windward Passage

drinking deathwish nights can't save this. glasseyed slackjaws scream from safe homes. i've got it wrong. time and again, song after song. you've got answers: killing to please, swooning disasters. so inventory me, drop me in your fishbowl. i'm dying to breathe through your tight pigeon hole. a dead man in dead dreams ... when i'm gone you won't miss me. you're dying to fist me out of the closet and into the fire. out of these dumb little quips that inspire. outright outrage enrages you now.

you're lifeless and sticky. kicking dead cows. fuck you sound. one shot, all wrong. one lie, all gone. so cry for yourselves, i'll die with my own help. these words are mine and this grave that we share time after time chokes my life outwhile you ask yourselves what i'm crying about. well, these tears that are falling are wetting deaf ears. you cry your protests and say i don't care. and you know what? i couldn't care less if you're repulsed through and through. a dead man in dead dreams when it's all said and done, did you really think that you were the only one? you were here before you, you'll be here when you're gone. just another lemming humming protest songs. fuck you sound.