Bird Flu

I'm a killjoy
 even offstage i'm plastered
 memories of a sex stained flower
 on the wall of your room
 i need a view
 i need a few
 people around me think they are California bound
 we're turning blue and yellow
 we don't make a sound
 i've sunk into cold floors
 half naked and always stumbling
 you are to me
 however you want to be
 as long as we're machines (we will lose)
 we are just a dream (the unknown)
 no ordinary tease
 of another life
 come find
 we ought to be
 how we used to be
 a more human and extraordinary love
 hush up that gypsy queen in the back of magazines
 crush the pills
 flip it over
 rip this oxy
 fuck alter boy sensitivity
 make it numb to learn
 we can; t get far enough
 from nights of
 dancing on the streets like we paved them ourselves
 and now we've learned to chase our liquor with disaster
 palm readers never let you know
 palm readers never let you go
 we're all ribbon chasers
 without ribbons of our own
 under the watchful eye of a dirty bird
 my chemical companion
 can't you read my mind?
 you want some attention
 but i'm tired of it tonight