A Song for the Morning After

I like shame

I like pain

I like dirt

I like sweat

I like loving for the wrong reasons

I like waking up in wrong side of town

I like being lost, not knowing where I’ll go

I like burns

I like blisters and the black on my face

Not knowing where it came from

or if it’ll ever fade

This story is not for bedtime

it’s for going on all night

It’s for people without parents

it’s for not paying rent

it’s for those who fuck the neighbours

and end up living in a tent.

It’s for the deepened wrinkle

for the smell of your breath

it’s not trying to be better,

cause trying causes failure,

I can’t deal with that yet.

I like grease

I like hair

I like blood

I like puke

for the feeling that comes after is

so clean and so fresh

Do you love me when I’m dirt

when I gave away control?

Will you love me when I am dying,

when I lie against your chest.

no longer able to play my role

I like old

I like fragile

I like weak and even mean

Don’t sweet talk me baby

I can read your mind

I heard it all before.

Don’t sugarcoat it baby

I will eat you raw

This story is not for bedtime

it’s for going on all night

It’s for those who drink at breakfast

and say it is for fun

It’s for those who keep on living

when all their hope is gone.