Everybody I Know

I’m just exhuming old friend’s corpses
And reconstructing them with decomposing fragments
Going through my contacts feels like flipping through the pages
Of a freshly printed obitchuary
I get so bored and borderline depressed
Jeb is a mess
We never had sex
I was hoping for the best
I wouldn’t lie to you under oath
Famous last words:
I spent a week in Newport News
And ran into all the basic twats I hated high school
I couldn’t give two fucks, what makes you think I do?
What kind of man do you think I am?
I’m so goddamn tired of trying to be the man
In the deepest darkest depths of my hard drive, I’ll save your nudes
What kind of sick grotesque ambitions leave us awkwardly skewed?
You had me to throw away your spoon and syringe
Away from your house so your mom wouldn’t find them
It’s been a year and all I have to show is this pool of pink
A box of unsold cassettes and some long distance friends
Like hairs stuck to the sink
Piss down the drain
Die, get married and die, get married and die, get married and
We crawled around on our paws
Like we were nothing but dogs
In seasonal sun
Fed through the factory machine
Ground up and processed like meat
The hunter becomes
Bury desires like seeds
Under the shadows of trees and
Pray for sunlight to grow
Sitting around getting old
While everybody I know
Is dead or on drugs
They’re all dead, dead or on drugs
They’re all dead, dead or on drugs
And they’re probably gonna die
So fucking lonely tonight
I’ll dig up your grave and go into town wearing your face, as my face
Everyone will just think it’s you
But when they turn their backs I’ll cut their throats
Pluck out their eyes and fuck their entrails
Fuck the good old boys and in with the new
They’re all too lewd
At the bottom of the sea of my heart there is a trench
It’s uneven with the carcasses of sunken battle ships
If you sift through all the wreckage and the piles of debris
You’ll find the skeletal remains of an entire fleet
Rest in peace
Get married and die, get married and die, get married and
Bury desires like seeds
Under the shadows of trees and
Pray for sunlight to grow
Sitting around getting old
While everybody I know
Is dead or on drugs
They’re all dead, dead or on drugs…