It's Winter Here:

Jeztz Mit Iodine
You explain things to me and I try to talk you out of things, but you leave parts out.
We met before we were friends. Other friends won’t end up like this.
You never use the resources and you’ll never fill in the pain.

Shark Repellant
The noise of the train at the platform is the same hollow sound I keep hearing in my head. Like the brakes on the bus when I left you, it’s> mechanical and final and cold. So we sat in your room and we drank all your beer and the words were right there. I was holding them back and I made a conscious choice to just laugh at your jokes and the pressure was making me nauseous. Baby, the spiral is tightening around me and it seems like this house just gets smaller and colder and I’m deeper in debt. Baby, it feels like you’re circling. So like survivors on some tropical waters I throw out the bait. I throw out the bait and hope for the best. Baby, I wish you the best. So what do you see this has all meant for me? It’s meant more days in bed and more time off work. When you wake in the morning and you can’t lift your head off the pillow you wonder how it came to this. Baby, it feels like you’re circling. So like survivors on some tropical waters I throw out the bait. I throw out the bait. Baby, the spiral is tightening around me. But I’m still hopeful. I nod and smile sweetly HRH Passive Agressive. I’d turn on the charm if I had some to turn on. Then maybe you’d keep me around for a while.

Breakdown
One last chance to say all the things you wanted to.
One last chance to sue all the people you wanted to.
You ask me what’s my greatest fear.
Honey, it’s living here earning $6.50/hr. And I feel like I'm being tested.
Don't test me.
One last chance to sue all the people you wanted to.
One last chance to slander all the people you wanted to.
You ask me what’s my greatest fear.
Honey, it’s living here earning $6.50/hr.
And often when I’m sitting in my room,
I stare at my poster of Prince,
and sometimes I think of you. And I spit when I do.
I...hate...that...piece...of....me...it...looks...too...much...like...you.

This Is The Last Day
Just once I’d like to feel like you were listening to what I say.
But this is the last day.
I can feel the waste when you walk by me.
You lie on the couch and look right past me.
I’m ready to find a home. I’m ready to find some place that feels like home.
I can see the fragments falling off you.
Young man, I only want to help you. And I can, but you still have to act so
suspicious. Give up the lies! There’s more to life than clinging to the very
thing that’s killing you and while you refuse, you’re looking older by the day.
But this will be the last day.
This is the last day that turns to night.
This is the last day that turns to night for me.
Give up the lies. There’s more to life.

Hello
Hello, good evening and goodnight. I’ve stayed too long and said too much.
Hello, good evening and goodnight. It’s far too late for me to say what I
should say to you, or should have said two years ago by now. And so, goodnight.
Hello defeat. It’s been a while... ok, it’s not been that long. You, you’ve
been hiding out in me wasting all your wasted knowlege, wasted on me.
Nothing could ever be easier for me, nothing could feel as good, as saying
goodbye. Yeah, yeah, I could be gone today. I could be miles away by
sunrise. I’ve been so kicked around..that today in my head, through my eyes,
it seems like something’s wrong. Well, there’s so much wrong and I don’t
know where to start and I don’t know where it ends. And most of all I just
don’t know if it’s you who has no place in this world.... or, if it’s me.
Last night I stopped breathing in my sleep again. What could it mean? Yeah,
I’m pretty sure what it means HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO.

Before I Left, After I Got Back
I squint at the clouds and wait for the next bus. If I had a dime, ok maybe a quarter, for every awful thought, I’d buy us a house somewhere in the South. I’d tell off your boss, maybe get you fired. We’d never look back. I’ve never felt better; you’ve never felt worse. Well, so what? I never feel better, you never feel bad. Well, so what? It’s stronger than girls; it’s colder than boys; it’s queerer than you and I combined. It’s crueler than death and colder than life. It’s meaner than us. It’s gay like Dad; it’s torturing Mom, forgotten like both. It’s judgements that stick. It’s doctors who kill. It’s patterns that won’t repeat again.

Monotonologue
(There’s three homeless guys on the corner watching me walk my dog, but they know I don’t have any money so they go back to talking. And there’s a strange blue glow in the houses- commercials with three images per second, MTV-style. And the houses with black windows, I’ve convinced myself that they’ve turned off the lights and they’re standing at the windows watching me. So I stop and stare back. But now my dog is eating something rotten off the ground, so I turn around and take it out of his mouth.)
High below the freeway with my faith in your hands,
| I could learn not to breathe if I have to.
There’s a feeling in my ribcage and it starts in my head.
And it hurts when you take someone in the bushes.
Oooo, I know I could lose you. Oooo, I know I could stop you. When I hold
you, I can’t get close enough. Mark my words for a thousand hours.
Or I could run for a week or two with someone else.