Sliverman
The sky has been cut open
By the sleets and rain and wind
I slam into the dead and one other 3 a.m
My head is sleek with things unsaid
My tongue is sleek with blues
I stumble drunk into the night
Back to my little room
My sucks soaks up
And slushing through
The crater in my shoe
As my foot turns numb with cold
I find I think of you
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be
The thorn in your sight
I don't want love
I don't want tenderness
I wanna be
The torn in your sight
When you lay your head down in the deep of the night
Do you feel a Bristol in the small of your spine
When urchin climb , fingers can not reach it
You pinch and scratch and pull it just goes Deeper
Does your constant rubbing greet your bleak and souring soul
Would you bed a stranger just so as not to be alone
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be
A thorn in your sight
I don't want joy
I don't want tenderness
I wanna be the thorn in your sight
Is there someone in your dreams that will not let you sleep
Is your nightmare faceless dear or does he look like me
Oh how much does it hurt I wanna know
Tell me I'm the barb that sticks you right out to the bone
Well tell me you can't take much more of pincers to your flesh
Tell me you can't sleep at night
So I can finally rest
I wanna be
I wanna be
I wanna be
The thorn in your sight
I am compel
By one desire
I wanna be the thorn in your sight