Why?
How high?
Sky
Blue
Blue, blue me
And you
Blacked out
Like an obscenity on TV
Your signal just can't
Come through.
The numb has hit
I couldn't take the pain
Anymore
And somehow
I can't see taking drugs
To drown you out
So it's this arctic chill
Where my heart used to be
Fuck walls and defenses
Just ice it
And you'll be singing
Don't worry, be happy
Slightly out of tune,
Like me
     Don't know
Why, where, how
Just know
Frosty the Snowman
Would find me
A little too cold-hearted
For his magic-hatted
Frolics
Look at him go—
Look at me
From high to low
In 30 seconds flat
Biting hand to keep from
Spewing obscene
Curses at your
Chicken-shit self
And now when I
Want to feel
Better,
I just tell that story
And the pity flows
Like cheap wine
At a polka party
And you
Play the starring
Villain
Role
And I the
Beautiful, wounded
Flower of a woman.