Shoulder Room

I wanna be
the only one
in the world

i have to be
someone
in this world

Man I don't care
I'm your girl
and you're my hand
'cause it's that fad
in this place
where we can swap
around flesh
aim me straight
cause I gotta go

slam the door
bite my hand
it's my fault
the rabid grizzly
foams again

you love me now
and always will
hand to face
face to floor
dislocated shoulder
I must be mad
cause I never stop
laughing at myself

kick me again baby
I need to savor
the scratchy rug burn
in hopes to learn

I wanna be
the only one
in the world

i have to find
someone
in this world

everyone cares
but no one knows
the beauty
in specificity
So you love this
and you love this
I must be mad
cause this just isn't
where I belong

no life is
a string of lines
from the mouths
of newly fashioned
taxidermists

who can't tell me
the difference
between blood, blue
and harvest moons
Where my illness fell
to keep me turning
from all that long hair
down the drain

the night's grown cold
in its burly shadow
shoulder room
still unfound

I wanna be
one well read
world member

i have to be
another
worldly dip

Man I don't care
I've got you now
and you've got a hand
'cause that's his fad
someplace here
it's cooler to act out
the victim's role
so, hit me square
cause I wanna go

smack me around
cause I gotta feel
that its my fault
when the stupid grizzly
goes berserker again

you love me now
and always will
hand to waist
clothes to floor
disinterested lover
I just can't get mad
since I can't stop
forgetting nothing

touch me again baby
I need a savior
to kiss scabbed knees
so someone can know

I wanna be
the only one
in the world

i have to be
someone
in this world

© Heart Attack, Stacy Stratton, 2009