chicks talking to cars
as I bleed good blood.
I ain't got nothing left to give,
nothing to lose.
the sword in my side
is also shooting my heart with rusty bullets.
I will meet you at the post office,
and kill a phone call, but I will/won't let you down.
crack my neck,
eat a snake.
I hurt, too,
and I don't have a Kentucky rocking chair.
so come on, love
just twist the blade, kill me and get it over with.