Sure the hammer is made of magic steel. Sure you’re head is so hard I can’t move through it. Sure I want to spend all night banging on the walls, I want to spend all night banging on the walls. The television like a laugh track in the neighbors bedroom. And sure I want you to yell a knife wound scream. I want to fuck you up, to make you come up and over the hills. You see the grass, you see my green heart. It’s a block of cheese. It’s forgotten. You see I want to bend over the toilet and vomit all of it out. I want it out, now.
