Flow through me again

i'd love to feel you flow through my body

like cranberry juice

i'd love to hear the screams of the artist

who can't paint anymore

he wanders down a dark alley just looking

for trouble to take him away from "all of this"

you look up above the rim of your "natural born killer" shades

and wiggle your behind teasingly

wonder just how long it'll take to finally find love

someone who will see more than your slutty exterior

i look down upon you wondering when you'll grow up

take your white knight suit and your enchanged horse

and fuck off

cause you don't mean shit to me in this light tonight hunny

you know, you won't mean shit to me ever

all those writers out there know what it takes to pour pure feelings

out onto a fucking white lined paper

for the masses for the teacher for the lovers for their enemies to read

and weep

hold it, wait a minute, if you don't like the circumstances than don't

be involved

if you don't like the lyrics i've put together than

why are you still feasting your eyes upon the truths i write

i'd love to feel the blood pour from one who has no blood

to feel what it's like to not have a soul anymore

to see where it actually goes

to see where yours went so long ago

and exactly what took the look off your face in our bed

what made you stop trying?