Sister Saint

Weak knees, fuck your sympathy.
 I'll be my own best friend.
 She prays as the radio plays
 "I See A Bad Moon Rising." again.
 Foretold, she lives on hold.
 What is she trying to save me from?
 Blindspot in the adjacent lot,
 waiting for my time to come.
 I won't wait in this line.
 I've got nothing left in me.
 My weight on your shifting spine.
 I fuck up and you fabricate me.
 Gray days on paper plates,
 our vibrations collide.
 Arcane, sister's a saint.
 She sets herself aside.
 Pitfall, publish, appall,
 I fall down right in the street.
 You blow smoke, you sugarcoat,
 then you take a front row seat.
 And I think I've had enough.
 I'm not listening to it.
 Lay all of your cards on the table.
 I know that you'd take every bit.
 I won't wait in this line.
 Sooner or later it goes awry.
 And you live your life like a chore
 and I'm not listening anymore.