I Chase My Own Tail

Blinding light strike down. Down on my bedroom floor. Floor's soaked in sweat and sex. Give me more. Give me more.

Your hair smells of cigarettes. Cigarettes don't smell as bad as Mother swore. Swore the stars, but I licked the dirt. Give me more. Give me more.

What do I have to do? Do what I have left. What do I have left? 
Nothing. Nobody but you.

I chase my own tail
I chase my own tail
I tail my own chases
I tail my own chases
Nothing. Nobody will
compensate for all the time wasted. 

Motivation blaring from busted speakers. Speakers are the company I live for. For every promise is another evasive hibernation. Give me more. Give me more.

Spaceship come frisk my mind. Mind of mine we could mine, explore. Explore all the faded chances. Give me more. Give me more. (prop the door and steal some glances).

Give me more. Give me more.

Other kids proceed ahead. A head is all that's really left. Left of the right starting position. Position yourself. 
Other kids won't wind up dead. Dead weight in Father's master study. Study the years in my face. Face me.

I chase my own tail
I chase my own tail
I tail my own chases
I tail my own chases
Nothing. Nobody will
compensate for all the time wasted. 

Girls and boys flicker shifts. Shift to rub away the bore. Bore into reasons why I cling to you. Give me more. Give me more.

Chasing sorry dreams. Dreams I declared I'd pin down before. Before you became my ornamental obstacle. Now give me more. Yes, give me more.

Chasing My Own Tail

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