She's six months clean.

In one day

In an hour and a half

I will have five months.

A clean slate 

You learn to bite your tongue

You end up burning your palette.

How about a fire burning throughout

A few years of landscape

Through my life.

I thought I could have some peace

At the end of the end of the war.

When will this not be a war?

There has always been a cameraman

In the corner of my eye

In the universe 

He has invisibility from all four corners.

I'll finally unbutton my shirt

Pull down my clothes

You'll go into me

You'll watch me crawl

Onto the nails in my floors.

At least the roof won't be falling

My palette roof stings,

In my bed you might learn to understand

Why I have never been anyone's best friend.

I don't know why you want to shower with me

I have done my part in leaving 

The ones I love more hurt.

I feel so defeated 

So old

Not many left

That remain kind to me.

In the universe

He has invisibility in all four corners.

I just wanted someone I could walk at night with

I just wanted someone who could teach me how to sing the blues in key

I just wanted someone to stop me from walking into traffic

I just wanted someone so I would not punch out the power line box with a knife

But it’s too late because I brought a monster home who poisoned the well damaged the marrow

I am not trusted that I won’t bring back a demon to the lair once more

If people you knew as a child, were indifferent to you, then another year hated you, and then another would wave hi to you,

 Ask you why you’re so ugly, ask you why does your father come get you, and ask you, how come you never smile

Isn’t that person going to be better off alone?

Better that the computer light never goes out

And that you do not have anyone who would care that you finally got your ears re-pierced

That when you sat in the chair you were relieved it was a needle for thread that you did not need to be numbed only given a one second warning

Knowing it was not going to be painful, it was soon going to heal with a lovely and shameless scar, no one knowing you is invested in such a memory

You just wanted someone to speak late at night with that would not make you feel they could steal everything from you

That if you got too close they would corrode you or the person only let you talk so they might be closer to an opportunity to take off your flesh

There is the last one

There is the right one

And I will never know either

Super Kids

back to bed, back to host

'Pull me out of the aircrash'

"the hero killed the clown...nobody knows what he's doing still hanging around can't make a sound can't make a sound the slow motion moves me the monologue means nothing to me."


Elliott Smith