Jor-El

X-ray on my stomach and my bones The four corners of my heart explode When you clock me, don't you know I bathe in kryptonite I bathe in Chris Cornell And all the autogenous laws my genes gave my mast cells Jor-El Jor-El I say Owen Wilson "wow" when I see you But really, you are just a meatbag The devil bleeds out my eyes, sometimes So don't ask me how I am Everyone knows I'm self-destructive Just as much as I am seductive Why are you looking at me like that I don't understand I never did Jor-El Jor-El Jor-El Jor-El Balls deep in a thesaurus I find this silence so boring I'd rather tear out my PVC organs Through my chest Burning my blue skin I surrender my attention Great men like legs, to some exception Boundaries pushed much harder Than I ever found I became all I ever hated And you've worsened with age I think you owe me an explanation But it's whatever you say And so I'm left confused As to why I was so fond of a man Who only ever wanted To put me down Jor-El