I see a bad moon arising.

Fragment:

I gave our rings away

I wanted to throw them into the creek

but then they might haunt my new house

I hope your teeth fall out

Don't get me started on promises.

The Next Transformation:

I will not let anyone take advantage of me

anymore/ I'm gonna find me a reckless man

I know how to pick up the pieces, badger.

I've got whitecordsrunningthroughmyveins.

I hate photographs.  

Gravity, its got me down.

At night when I sit alone in the place that I should
barely call home,
things keep falling from the high to the low.
And, I am feeling more and more like i'm becoming
one of them.

When I look at the sallow folk
the shallow folk
the dark ones with shadowy face
I find the proletariat
to be more lovely everyday.
Protests have never made a difference.

Each customer that sits across the bar has a story to tell
in the marks on their skin.
I yearn to look beneath.
I can see their privates
through their clothes.

I can read you
like a newspaper.
The feeling of the dirty dailies
is much more tangible.

in the new year,

one day i will be free of this skin.
i will have no feelings once again.