no ground,no matter

she always thought she had the moon in her pocket
and the sun would stay high
as long as she stayed inside
chucks made of concrete
but it didn't matter
cuz all she did was glide

cracks my beer can for me
and even turns the tab to the left
when i ask for a smoke
it's lit before it hits my lips
so i just drink and drive
no radio
no appropriate music for this ride
i try
not to be too morose
about terminating another pregnancy

she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs


but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up

the front door sticks a bit but in my frustration
i almost slap her straight in the belly with it
wouldn't matter anyway right?
like cutting your finger before your wrists
just without morphine
smells like desperation,coagulated iron oxide and loneliness
in here
i ask her if she's sure
in a delicate what the fuck is your problem type of way

she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs


but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up

everyone in scrubs
has a disgusted look on their face
and a i got slivers under every fingernail disposition
with a matching bedside manner
i guess that's what you get
at the ghetto clinic
better then a coat hanger
in a brooklyn basement
i'm the only white dude with a white girl in here
she's the only one not crying
they call her in the back and she still seems to glow and glide
as much as i am fascinated by watching things die
i need another beer so i'm waiting outside

it only takes like an hr
maybe 59:59
by this time i'm back in the stagnant
every movement eyeballed waiting room
this place is preparing 37 lil mental funerals
from 9 to 5
she comes out with a look like everything is fine
but i still ask if she's aight
she just smiles

and says "i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs


but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up

she just says
" i don't want nobody to feel like me"
hums and sings one of my stupid songs


but if the big man would reupholster
my reality
i would prey everyday
i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up

i would be able to turn all these stones
shiny side up