she rides into town when i call and my conscience takes its leave. i see the moon light the way down and i lay out in the street. i surely could forget those nights we stuffed our stomachs and fucked like retirees. i’ll declare my hate for makeup when it leaves its proper place. i soak in the stain on my pillows, i’ve seen her paint her face. i smell my rotting flesh and bone. where once i thought i saw my brand new star, i found a black hole. she’s making all the wrong sounds, she’s putting all my fires out. she’s making all the wrong sounds, i’m faking all my interest now. i keep on waking up, don’t wanna keep on waking up. i’m pushing all my memories down, down down.