Klepto

Running back from the parlor

My head underwater again

Caught in the headlock

You brought to a knife fight, and then

Criminal clutch

Four words, quick touch

Blow the roofs off the houses

At home with their spouses, and I

Watch it all from the window,

The terrified neighbors come by

Shooting blanks in their yard

Still they don't go too far

Curse the fist, love the bruise

Blame it on your tattoos

Sit in silence with Sylvia Plath

Still look like your mom,

With your makeup all gone,

You should call before things get too bad

Kleptomaniacal face in the mirror

Memorizing the tiles above the bath

I've got a good thing going

Wearing holes in all my shoes

Crying pretty at the movies,

When the hero looks like you

Soaked in temporary crazy

I'll exploit and then discard

Til my words are all but buried

With the dog in my backyard

The boys have all been fleeing

Since the summer rolled around

Don't they know the world is over

Everywhere by now?

I gotta know if the angels really have a thousand eyes

Everything i hate about myself is just you in disguise

I... got a feeling

I... watch you leaving