Black Sheep Boy #4

Bleeding black sheep boy

Mirror in pieces

Turn the receiver

Trace the police station line to my number

and number my reasons for this paranoia

For these accusations

For each night that the numbers

paired off like lovers

collided together so I can't remember my name or my nation

Baying black sheep boy

go back beyond the pasture

you've cracked out of my head

Get in your battered mustang

and the backseat will be your bed

Burning black sheep boy

dark denim phantom

face full of flames

ears full of cheers that have fanned them

I'd slice off the horns that sprung right from those temples

I was chased from that bedroom and chased from those candles by fear of the numbers

paired off like lovers

collided together so I can't remember my face or my station

Pacing black sheep boy

The floor just won't support you

you hover through the room

Get in your battered mustang and the backseat will be your tomb

And I rode into Baltimore and I found a hotel room

where I tried to escape you but the phone line wouldn't go through

And inside the mirror I saw you

stamping, staring out

I don't recognize your eyes, your mouth or any of those lines that come flying out

Nothing I've heard from you sounds sane or safe: words falling down from the ceiling

where the mirror is stealing the light to reveal us both tonight

and we're both kneeling in the

"black pool of your shadow"

You've cracked out of my head

Go back beyond the pasture

or I'll smash your mirror 'til you're dead