The Best Part Of Me Died In A Fist Fight

It's a different position and stance
Down in the dirt with blind fish flashes
Cold teeth impacting with blood knuckle kisses
A whole new world down here.

Is it the mud, that sets me off?
Oh, a million stains now, intermingled blood
I want him to swallow his fucking teeth whole
I want him to feel what I'm feeling a thousand fold.

Kick him here, punch him there
Easy now, don't kill him
Feint, dodge, parry, strike!
Ease off, get some breathing space.

Age thirteen never felt so dirty
It never looked so good, like a manly conquest
Of broken bones and chipped dental mapping
I think I'm beginning to enjoy myself here...