Dumb Angel

Good heavens this happens to me sometimes
The meaning will pass away soon
So ask me your weirdest questions
I’ll reply however you want me to
I guess under compromising circumstances
I’d fall out of love and show you my trail of secret planted confessionals
scribbled in bathroom stalls in silver sharpie and one’s about you
Good heavens now which god is choking me
See, my time is short, of course, and I can’t recall a thing
My mind is gone but my body’s holding on
Let me slide into zentropy if this all is ok with you
I think I’m ready to come down now
Loop me back to the beginning
Whatever we took I had a heavier dose than you
And there’s some kind of spirit in me