Those tire tracks

zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.

The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,

the wincing relatives...

you bid her farewell then got in your car

and that's the last thing that you can recall.

and when they pulled you out

you didn't know your name

exploding semi [bad word] blurred your face with flame...

you met Jane four years ago today

dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.

Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,

her tired underpants...

Love [x12]

rhymes with pity now

Love [x12]

rhymes with sympathy now

Jane let you touch and feel her

she was so free like a pineapple in a tree

You said it's dangerous

to be so intimate

You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.

Jane said when she laid on her back

the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.

But some things never get better

like used cars and bad livers.

So you traded her in for a better looking brand.

One with fake porno [bad word] 
a pad lock on her lips

disposable tan

biodegradable hands.

Back at the hospital

you got no visitors at all.

She visits you in your sleep, 

but that newspaper gown is always on fire [x2]

She met him a week after you left her

when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.

He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment

and then they did all the things

you never said that you wanted.

And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.

And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.

Yesterday you gave your burden a name. 

Yesterday you gave your burden a face.

But your burden looks an awful lot like her.

Love [x12]

rhymes with pity now

Love [x12]

rhymes with sympathy now