Two In Five

I Said Goodbye With A Toothbrush In My Mouth
Again Cleaning
When The Taxi Pulled Off

Last Nite, Tears In The Kitchen With A Friend  
Courting The Same House
In A Different Bed

Feeling Bruises On Hips, I Turn Top And Muted
Minds And Cries
By Just Keeping The Kissing Up

Rubber Snap And It's Near Over A Half Hour Later
Heard Downstairs And Over Radio
By Couch Couples

Then A Few Hours Of Sleep Bottom To Top Lip
I Find Underwear
Under Sheets And Methanol Tongue

Now Worry About Dual Citizens Seeing It Empty
Wishing She Would Salt The Earth
And Take To The Water

CK