i like the dark

the evaporating years...i remember carrie ford; chasing her around my bedroom at five years old...and i remember seeing her in high school and being disgusted at my toddler tastes...somewhere in the distance we all wander and wish for a day for ourselves...a day where we don't wake up at three a.m. extricating ourselves from our scaly skin...goddamn! leaping from our bodies, bones and all...get me the fuck out of this place!...and for what?...another night under the waning moon?...aw shit, you know it ain't about that...and it makes you feel like you just fell off the turnip truck...it means as little and as much as the wind chill, as last night's empty bottle, as your lost soul, and your sweet little angel in her double wide...so search the chimney tops, and your fucking lemon drops, and all you will find is the infinite lullaby...