Lurker II: Dark Son Of Night - Jawbreaker

Connect the cable

Have sex a lot

A hostile climate clouds and sickens you

Two room condo, treeless cul-de-sac

A nun’s dark habit

All arm, no follow through

As a favor to me

As a place to go

As a favor to me

Little stitch to sew

Loose leaf paper

At a loss for words

A can of dinner

Hard to get a rise

Hook up the Sega

Have sex alone

Stick a fork in a socket

Still it’s no surprise

I think I’m coming unplugged

I just scratch and shrug

Itches in my teeth

As a favor to me

I can’t watch you all the time

Much as I would like to

As I think I ought to

It’s hard to argue for this life

Harder still without you

Don’t make me survive you

Ripe fruit falls from the tree so bare

Dead in sunshine, decomposing there

Spoiled and keeping

Keeping tracks to pick

Fitful sleeping

Were you never sick?

Another mouth to feed

As a favor to me

As a need to need

As a favor to me

I can’t watch you all the time

Much as I would like to

As I think I ought to

It’s hard to argue for this life

Harder still without you

Don’t make me survive you

Warm and sated

The walls get interesting

Don’t know what they’re saying

Perhaps they’re listening

So I stopped talking to hear the pins drop

I’m in the back room so I won’t hear you knock