Made for TV Movie

a cliche in a red dress
i can't resist it's perfume
corny allure apathy is reasonable

let me deposit the check you issued
even if it bounces i'll still become a man of wealth
write the highest number possible
sign on the dotted line
but don't fill in any name

free me from the sound of my own voice
but is it okay if i remain anonymous
i don't want you to see my cards when i'm not around
i'm a queen away from a full house
i don't want you to know how close i am to winning
i still want you to think i need your help

if i tell you the stories about my scars 

can you promise i'll be able to sleep easy
my pockets are empty 

          and no ones answering their phone at this hour

i'm being followed by ghosts 

everytime i try to run away
my hands aren't big enough 

to hold every inch of my sanity

let it fall by the waist side 

     and i'll have a cigarette ready 

for the first person that picks it up
with every gun fully loaded for those 

who just don't like litter on the ground

just let the wind carry me to proof of a wish granted
then all i'll need is a pocket full of dandelions and a rabbits foot


...since these ghosts don't get the hint
i'm most likely praying in the wrong language

Dark Wine and Things

low on sleep because i'm afraid 

of you hiding in the closet of 

my most entertaining nightmares

I know you've been spying on my fears,
I want you there but you've got to promise 

to wake me if you're not going to 

save me when they come

do me a favor…

and let me watch you 

run away so i can finally 

witness your enthusiasm

so even if they finally catch me 

               i'll have the fond memory of the first time, 

you found something to believe in

For A Few Dollars More

a sergio leone close up of foxy brown painting with clouds of jazz exhaled
help me with my math homework because it's starting to the fuck up the shading in my book of sketches
i've drawn your shadows with a beauty that wasn't intentional and i don't know if it's something to be proud of
does this mean I can only fall in love when it's dark?
i started to cry when i shot you with my toy rifle because the way you dropped to the ground made me think i really killed you
i'm not that good at telling when we're still pretending anymore


...and i kind of like it

My perfect ending has been written. Promise you'll read it.