Foot-Note
Foot-Note
Floorboards are creaking
But there’s nobody home
The heart keeps racing
I’m chilled to the bone
Ma, where’d you go?
To fields of fucking green
Da, how’d it go?
Found love’s so obscene
The paper’s black
The eyes are white
But make it so pretty
When they burst to blight
Hairs still ruffle, connive
Someday they’ll go
One bald motherfucker
Don’t you get cold?
Spoke with our fist
And killed the throat
Irony, ironic, erroneously mute
Blink twice and then refute
Spilt paint, don’t make gray
When all you’re seeing is dark
Or a hell-bending white
Smothered in your bed of bark.
Floorboards are creaking
But there’s nobody home
The heart keeps racing
I’m chilled to the bone
Ma, where’d you go?
To fields of fucking green
Da, how’d it go?
Found love’s so obscene
The paper’s black
The eyes are white
But make it so pretty
When they burst to blight
Hairs still ruffle, connive
Someday they’ll go
One bald motherfucker
Don’t you get cold?
Spoke with our fist
And killed the throat
Irony, ironic, erroneously mute
Blink twice and then refute
Spilt paint, don’t make gray
When all you’re seeing is dark
Or a hell-bending white
Smothered in your bed of bark.