you're my sex, love,
and cigarette
you're my sex, love, baby,
and my cigarette
cigarettes on cracked concrete
trying to get this trauma off me
tried to close the door softly
your coming and going's got me exhausted
you're gonna be the death of me
but you're beautiful, baby
and what is life but death and beauty
vacillating from ecstasy and brooding
losing, using, confusion
falling on my knees, contusions
illusions are foolish
you were the coolest, the coolest
but now i'm wondering if it was bullshit, just bullshit