Tortured, I fall to the ceiling
Crawling so low, will you see me
Under the smoke that s still pouring
From my ashtray on your table
I said hello, it was creepy
You said please go, I am sleeping
Let s go outside, the stars are bleeding
No, it s not at all like hell
Purgatory s glowing but I only have one ticket
It s the hotspot and it s snowing in great waves of oil slicks
It s where I sit alone sending smoke signals from my back deck
Promise I ll let go and baby this is not harassment
It s a
- - - -
detour
I will drive slow, take the scenic
Route to my home, and I will mean it
When I say no, as if the demons
Understand what consent means
Erase our past so I can get out
Heaven at last is looking like hell
I could just crash, and no one could tell
How much of me was my car
And how much of my car was me
Looks like I m running a bar, and the only patron is me
Tell her all the rules, this is anarchy now
I will go back to church, I will reach you somehow
Silence means nothing, I felt what I spoke
Someday, dear, you will re-read that note
And by the time you do that, I ll be out