Holesome

This new invention The gift of forgetting Not just entertainment Not quite onanism Coming home from a long day Whoring around Fall into the World's Most Comfortable Chair Counting holes in me It's so holesome 'Cause I know And I know If I feel ready I'm mistaken Maybe, maybe not Something slips out The west window where the light comes in And with it my doubts My attempts at being Everybody and everyone If it hurts, it's working Gorgeous, lonesome But I know I already know If I feel finished, I'm misguided Maybe, maybe not