phone sex operators

thanx for the storm  
insecurity grows back in faster than my mohawk turns to a mullet  
every time  
 the phone rings  
 when i'm hungover  
 it's never for me  
i brush my teeth  
 with blank ink  
 spit at your ghost  
your death is killing me  
end myself on my birthday  
 to make it an easier access memory  
celebration and arm shaving  
 does'nt make reaching out more aerodynamic  
goddamn it  
nothing to follow  
just damn it god  
is it my fault whatsherslut  
 is so damaged she's fn hot?  
i'll surf this tsunami right to the burial plot  
there is a bidding war  
 and i am out of quarters  
crying acapella  
 or accoustically does'nt mean you mean it  
anotha shot to get out what's inside of me  
anotha shot at sobriety?  
bad timing  
will i  
i will  
my will  
time stands still  
and will  
 only be non existent  
if i happen to see a 13 on the clock  
it'll never stop  
get a stack of tissue  
sacrificial  
pack a pistol  
if you want anyone to listen to you  
 
there is no such thing as heaven  
until you're there  
 
there is no such thing as heaven  
unless you're there  
 
forget about family  
forget about love  
put my shadow in a cell  
or at least allow it to walk up front  
this weight  
this time is nothin  
how the fuck does she get pregnant when i only cum in her belly button?  
big dummy  
i'm tossin previously used anal beads  
 to every slut at mardi gras  
now thas fuckin funny  
insight?  
i wanna see your insides  
truth only seems to occur  
 when you are in lust  
 with a woman who is addicted to crack and has no religion  
you only realize you are punch drunk  
 when she stutters  
 mid prayer  
mid air  
 collision  
this contradiction  
what a burden  
me and tyler durden  
it's all in my head  
the cats are always dead  
so i burnt the box  
and chopped  
up another reality fix  
but if we agree does'nt it still exist?