Former. The duplex divided can still stand as long as everybody pays their rent. There’s a bat in the attic. There’s handsome bathroom traffic. One floor down--two more skating bachelors. The duplex divided can still stand as long as someone’s living in the basement. This street has speed-bump traffic and Jesuits. You boys need to bond again over something you hate, even if it is me. Former roommate; new girlfriend.
Track Name: Sister
Sister. I’ve always had the upper hand, thumbing cryptics with a glance--a skill I honed in pink fonts at the brink of adolescence. I hated it back then. I hate it now. Don’t beat around the bush. Please state your intentions with words. Wahboppaloobop. More vague the language. Perverted the language. I plain spoke. You were either scared or weirded out. You know us coy young girls when you get us drunk.
Track Name: 6:8
6:8. Hester Prynne got an ‘A’. I got divorced. Concrete. Unable to find flaw in me, because he was lost himself. He may not have believed in much, but at my touch he seemed spirited enough--speaking in tongues. Hester Prynne got an ‘A’. I got divorced. Concrete--one cheats. My scabs he kissed. He tried to heal me on Memorial Day. It’s not religious in any way. Still, we didn’t get any mail. He ate me out. I’ll do my part. I am a whore, but your book’s a bore. Hester Prynne got an ‘A’. I got divorced. Concrete--one cheats.
Track Name: Antiquated
Antiquated. Get exploited volunteering for the job that nobody wants. Antiquated thinking--it will earn me a raise. Pulling my braids--attraction manifest. Clinging to the notions of the Greatest Generation. Maybe my supervisor wants to sleep with me. If he can’t sleep with me, at least he gets to be mean. Pulling my braids--action masochist.
Track Name: "Long"
“Long”. Always a month away from death or engagement. I split passion, and it became apathy. It can’t distract me. I’ve become asexual. I’ve become asexual and successful. Only two ways to stop: Poseidon or washed up. So watch me fail ashore nearly depleted of my cells. Under a microscope! When I’m restless then I’ll spore. My expectations from movies where they can’t coexist. It’s disappointing. Dating or career: I had to pick.
Track Name: Waltz
Waltz. You say you’re having fun playing solitaire, playing for one. Your patient weapon--please point it at yourself and plunge like you used to. Come on, bleed for me. Do right; do shy--harmless traits that you think charm on which you rely. Just you’ve got to give up or try. You say you’re having fun playing solitaire, playing for one. This courtship is done. It never began. You’re a good friend, but you’re not a boyfriend. Do right; do shy--harmless traits that you think charm on which you rely. Just you’ve got to give up or try. Call me late. Bring me lunch at work. I’m a goddamn girl. Don’t always treat me nice. Afraid to be honest; afraid of a fight.
Track Name: The Porch
The Porch. Shit-face up. Save shit-face. I’m better in a different state. You waste and rot. I’ve been back too long. Somebody is getting attached. If he had another city he would probably run away too. You waste and rot. The case I bought.