So you're mad because your deadbeat dad is a cold and distant man. Let's call him Pluto, god of the underworld, more of a planet than a parent. Well you're the son he never had.
Now your'e mad your boyfriend is far to glad to be faithful. He's the man you deserve but more like the church they dragged you to every Sunday. Sure he loves you with every strand of fiber in his cereal bowl, but the boy is a needle and you crave the steeple almost every night.
The men in your life are a lot more like animals these days. So you're losing balance and losing sleep and every other constant you keep. So you lengthen your hair and strengthen your bones and your once beating heart, it has turned into stone. And I'm fed because your legs are spread. I am hanging on every last word you've said. This bed is therapy and you're coming clean to me, leaving every inch of the bedsheets dirty.
released December 1, 2013
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