Hardwear

took the handjob at the hardware store, made me feel just like a man
it only took me eye contact to make him understand
swinging from the porches, your dorothy outfit's gorgeous
your costume party's awesome just some guy's being anonymous
dressed like a pirate with a head full of amyls and a gun full of ammo
key to the bathroom, you were dressed like a viking, skintight biking shorts
looking for a metaphor, hoping for a quick divorce
discofied suicide, everyone's a friend of mine
there's war against euphoria, we're up on the battle line
that didn't seem like fifteen beers