crooked heals on battered boots

shoot down ragged miles

i'm coming home

i'm like a girl

in all her rags

and all her pearls

i hear her talk

through vicious teeth

sing god is gone

stop hanging on my sleeve

and i can't speak

and all of that will never please

a hollow moon hung like a heart

stars like dirty sparks

on dirty seas

and never seen

and all of that 

and all of these

i hear her dust

fall at her feet

and christ and all his crows

can't keep it neat

so what of me

and all that i don't wanna be

a bitter taste

a bitter pill

says nothing's ever true

and ever will become of me

or make a sense of

what i see

on broken nerves

in ragged clothes

eyes that never close

stare back at me

and never see

and holler names

and follow me

what's written now

you can't erase

and pages from my past

get in my way

for one of why

i make a stand

or take a side