An Overhaul

You never really had a chance to be thirteen years old You always wasted half your afternoons and evenings waiting home And when he'd come, the jokes he'd tell would meet the icy stares Of your mother while your brother cranked his stereo upstairs But you'd smile knowing all the while there's no point to anything That there was not anything there to comprehend Oh now, don't you worry pretty baby You're almost old enough to make a hell for someone else You never gave yourself the chance to be a young fourteen Letting boys with lambent lips to what they want inside your jeans You'd leave your wireframes at home and bring your padded bra Wearing black, smoking menthols, taking anything and all Oh that smile! That awful fucking smile! That's how you get everything There's a price on everything others have to pay But don't you worry pretty darling You're old enough to make a private hell for someone else You are a drunken telephone call You're a number on a wall You are the last train out of town You are a worn and weathered doll You are a guilt that can't atone You are a name no one recalls Your body has a body count It's all you have that isn't dull Listen What I've learned can't fill a skinny book I have learned to tell the difference between breath That shows itself in fog and clouds of smoke The other, filled with refuse, Lingers just a moment longer Before vanishing Into the starless autumn night People like to say that they don't change That all their lives are ordered Like some TV movie All adversity and aptitude A place of birth that's somewhere west Of every major road A soul that's flinted by parades of enemies And systems, fools, and traps But everybody sleeps somewhere Where they never see the sun And waking up the next day They're never certain what it is they've done Don't forget to break it when it works If it takes work than it takes two If it takes two there are no sides If there are no sides then you quit Don't forget to leave the fireworks inert So when they fly into The summer skyline, they don't bloom They simply fall and die the same You are a sad and shallow tease You are a monster when you're drunk You are incapable of love You are your father's little girl Your bedroom has a broken frame It's all you have to tell the time Your body has a body count It's all you have to hide behind