black crow call
i am a drug-filled rodent
i am a toxin-fuming rat
i am made of pure tabacco
and smell of Turkish rag
i don't believe in self-abuse
or drinking alcohol to death
but i believe you when you say you hate yourself
and don't say you don't know it
the feeling when you fall
you've walked until you couldn't feel anymore small
you are a joke within a habit
you are junk rushing through my vein
i can't breathe when i'm without you
but when i am, my fingers are stained
i've scraped my share of glass
and torn up little greens
but it's the process and the odor that only was our thing
we never wanted recognition
or a meditation mind
mostly we were bored and curious of the blind
i am a toxin-fuming rat
i am made of pure tabacco
and smell of Turkish rag
i don't believe in self-abuse
or drinking alcohol to death
but i believe you when you say you hate yourself
and don't say you don't know it
the feeling when you fall
you've walked until you couldn't feel anymore small
you are a joke within a habit
you are junk rushing through my vein
i can't breathe when i'm without you
but when i am, my fingers are stained
i've scraped my share of glass
and torn up little greens
but it's the process and the odor that only was our thing
we never wanted recognition
or a meditation mind
mostly we were bored and curious of the blind
