You haunt me
More than God in all the churches in Milwaukee
The years are gone in the speed of a dream. I'm hollowed out
I'm a vulgar werewolf in a tuxedo
I want to be my rabid, feral self
I want a piece of everyone
I want all of you
I want to run myself ragged
I want to rest my head on your door
And what you paid is not the cost
And what you bled is not all that's lost
And what you gave is not your best
And what you saved is not all that's left
All I see are shopping malls
But I need a hospital
I need a cage. I need a chain
I'll be a dog on your leash
I want you to witness, want you to see
I wrote a letter
To all my current fixations
To the United Nations
And the Pope
It said "I'm tired of these loveless expressions
Of these countless compressions
And the hope
And what you paid is not the cost
And what you bled is not all that's lost
And what you gave is not your best
And what you saved is not all that's left
I'm all out of joy
I know I can't be soothed
It's not enough
It's too much
I'll let it go