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.