I have too many words in my head

the length of my fingernails dictates the amount of stress I have.
but it'll be the day when I chew you up and mangle you.
maybe I don't want to spit you out.
trying all the keys to the lock on my mind.
once you get in, its 25 to life.
white padded walls and misery.
we make it a business and we pay our dues well.
debauchery and crime always seem to get caught with their pants down in
back alleys.
I like to think that you're an upstanding citizen.
we're all so naive that it hurts to breathe.
the winter is going to come and swallow your insides, a low blow like
carpet munching and not even it the almost badly risque way.

baby I'm tired and I should be leaving...

its like a dream state that imploded your brain.
our hearts beat on cue but that isn't good enough for you.
all the models speak their foreign tongues and you're too wasted to
understand that its all the same.
big fat raindrops coat the heart
slip n slide
a new ride
but you're losing everything inside.
like turning out your pockets, all the change raining on the ground like
a storm of perfection.
but the smokers cough has got me and the parliaments come in twos and
threes.
you don't eat these cigarettes for me.
cancerous is the love that breeds from the toes to head.