Anemia

He says
He'll quit yesterday
But there he is again
Suckling at the bastards teat
He forgets

He wants to be a poet
He writes in a little notebook
Dirty, perverse things
What he sees in his dreams
Bloody sex covered in glitter

He wants to be everything
His veins, his lungs
Suffering from the inside
He's cracking
Oh, he's falling
Oh, down
Down, down, down
Down he goes

Swirling
Tripping over the trash can
He's lying at the bottom
Wheezing and coughing
His soul's long gone
It left a while ago
Fatty cancer takes its place

He loves you to death
Type AB negative, blue eyes
You're perfect, perfect, perfect
He wants you as a muse
He wants you
In a body bag

He says
He said
Oh, he'll quit tomorrow
Well, it's already tomorrow
And there is no sign of stopping
Liar, liar,
Your heart's on fire.