im chasin monsters away singlehandedly -and awake at that, and yesterday i turned in a paper about why love has nothing to do with your heart. we're all just animals, baby.

i confess here. i was the barmaid, with the green eyes and the prostitute's curse. one kiss on the couch. two sad green eyes. three long letters. four minute dances. five years of foreplay. what's that sir? no, no. i've had it with your awkward kisses. there is no room for your love. so you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.

[where our heads lived and were], i can remember, but i forget how, and when. and when this, and when that... and now, you look at me as you wheeze at the sink. you look at me and you look right through me and i am puffing a cigarette that isn't mine. it wasn't mine and neither were you. i woke alone then, and you slept sitting upright in your shiny white shoes on a stained couch. [where our heads lived and were], i can remember, but i forget how, and when. and now, your glares are sharp as the stubble on your face.