Bad America

I thought I heard you

in my room last night

lonely lemur calls

in my walls last night,

when I was all alone, in the palm drunken night

when I was all alone, bejeweled in the night

pulsing we are hearts, but bleeding unlike diamonds

tying up ourselves, but bleeding unlike diamonds,

and it's bad,

but, it is Bad America

under the western sky...

I looked up another thousand times

you colored my world violence

you made me warm when you hit me

with a nail in my arm,

I was all alone, I could have die there

I was all alone, and I did not care,

but, for a burning second, of red love in the dark

but, for my burning hands, grasping in the dark

and it's bad,

but, it is Bad America

under the western sky...

And there's girl breath

up and down my spine

but, that was a river ago

I knew you'd come in time,

I was all alone, though it was a sea ago

I was all alone, and where did you go,

and there's vein-like children, on the waterfront

smack-rotting faces, on the waterfront,

and it's bad,

but, it is Bad America

under the western sky...

it is Bad America

well, alright...