i've got a toothpick ritual
believe me, it's true
i've got a toothpick ritual
all because of you
not me, and i can't stand to see
that look in your eyes
like you're about to when
when i say:
"i can't help it, baby!"
...
i've got a toothpick ritual,
something in my teeth
that i can't see
with my own two eyes
but i know it's there
and i can't understand...
...
get out! get out!
get out of my head!
get out! get out!
"i'm out!" you said
that's not what i meant
"those are my words instead,"
you say... as you walk out on me
...
rolling in
greasy sheets
with a cigarette hangin'
off my yellow lip
feelin' sorry for my self
makin' up fantasies
where you and me...
we're eternity...
inferiority
complex...
i got a toothpick ritual...
Author notes
a song, not a poem
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