The drunken man is a stupid, self-deluded fallacy Now fucked by three dogs: bitter loss, arrogance and jealousy With brittle claws, we scratched familiar walls for our dusty food But you nurtured me, and I kissed your broken fingers and their calloused grooves Now, I am rising up into the melting yellow-red sun My body is color bleeding, returning to the place where all colors will burn I need to be burned Burned by your delicate hands Beneath your white transparent skin I need to be there with you now I need to be there with you now I need to breathe you in Beneath your clear forgiving gaze To finalize the pain Though I could never compensate For the wounds that I have made For the violence I create For the trust that I betrayed I need to be there right now Right now Right now