Lyrics Shag Carpet - WHY?
Sick
on
the
brink
of
a
new
lurk
for
kicks
A
true
new
low
for
the
old
pone
to
fix
Mood
hyped,
teen
night,
over
at
the
roller
rink
Rehearsing
slow
lewd
winks,
nude,
at
the
men's
room
sink,
ya'll
Evil,
pink,
small,
lesser,
surly,
and
lurid
Open
girlies
for
leisure,
never
not
where
the
youth
is
Son,
the
putrid
things
I've
done
for
purely
my
pleasure?
Surely
at
30-plus
it
must
seem
untoward
Mass
nasty
sex
in
the
dorms
Don't
ask
me
when
I
was
born
Less
known
is
best
come
morn'
Yes,
you'd
never
guess,
but
in
this
form
I'm
a
mess
And
with
this
heavy
chest
I
can't
rest
So
why
put
the
porn
in
a
poem
to
confess
and
atone
I
address
the
past
and
ask
why
I'm
alone
In
a
torn
tone
I
preach
peace
and
poor
from
the
pulpit
But
at
home,
Jack
Kennedy
sheaths
and
shag
carpet
Purchased
parkas
from
Marshalls
at
ridiculous
markups
Out
at
farmer's
markets
and
high
thread
count
garments
And
on
FourSquare
this
morning,
like
an
old
yoga
yuppie
I
checked
in
at
Krogers
in
a
gold
pullover
toga
like
"fuck
it"
I
use
the
first
person
cause
it
sounds
more
urgent
But
the
truth
is
I
probably
knew
myself
less
than
you
did
I'm
so
lonesome
that
I'd
let
you
take
me
out
If
you
looked
like
my
ex-girlfriend
or
Zooey
Deschanel
But
heed
this
honey,
even
if
I
beg
for
relations
You
should
try
to
only
keep
me
as
a
distant
acquaintance
Yeah,
but
I'm
too
persistent
for
that
to
work
And
what's
worse
is
when
you
finally
fall
asleep
I'm
gonna
go
through
your
purse
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