The Nerve

We were in the garden Fingers wading in the soft black There's broken glass in the kitchen Blood smeared on the floor Here I am stuck to the lies told on my fucking porch House parties that kept me starving All the thoughts that I stopped guarding With everything Out on the block of sin tonight with everything to forget Here I am breaking bottles in the lot again Feeling out this nerve drain skin And I run into you again New memory, old cassette With everything, to: [ ]