Matches from the strip club i've never been to

Burn motherfucker
watch it burn
burn
burn
burn

don't eat be pretty for December is upon us

Carolina silverbell trees
ran crying wolf
dusted branches in the A.M. wind
we thought it to be snow
it was beautiful white blooms
bursting fourth from cacoons

fleeting

Meet me
where my heart use to pump care free daydreams
brainstorm guts
take my hand hostage
jump with me into forever's neck biting frenzy

who sings with you between soiled sheets

i've grown tired of works four walls closing in
dulled by aching knives
that brought us to this inch from death

Satisfaction seekers
free fall and forget to throw my parachute

we are but VHS's in a digital download world
in the back of the van
driving towards the donation center