What Isn't Nurture?

Hit by the ambulance

Even up above the foam party was dead

As machinery, anyway

It spits at me still sometimes

How you said goodbye and hardly could have cared

But your batteries of pain

Proving your city life in vain

It’s empty to overflow when it’s so ingrained

Little super-dramatic one

But the summer is my cage

I take it

Up and down

Nothing shouldn’t haunt me

Walking with the heaviest machinery

Don’t impress anybody in my open arms

Narcissistic supply

It’ll wet you dry

And slur choked in your bed

Only bitter lies ahead

It fits like an obstacle when he walks you home

And breathes you in in one

Little known fact

So did you horsewhisper it to me on the phone?

‘Cause I was born in your shallow mouth and it’s hard to know

But I’ll be high on the letting go

And the summer is my rage, I take it

Up and down

Nothing shouldn’t haunt me

Walking with the heaviest machinery

Don’t impress anybody in my open arms

A second shakes hard enough and better

I’ll be numb to anyone at all

Socket ghosts

Pretty on the boards

My sore guitar

Can’t beat a memory every day

Can’t shake the melody of a life turned on

Little hardly dramatic one

But the summer is my cage, I take it

Up and down

Nothing shouldn’t haunt me

Walking with the heaviest machinery

Don’t impress anybody in my open arms

Soddom fire

With a little makeup

I’ll be numb to anyone at all

I’ve been so unbelievably impatient anyway