Short Stack

What's your bone of contention?
What's the point of that fat ugly old suitcase?
If I treated you badly
I'll apologize madly
You can smoke the smirk out of my ashtrays

So you're going through a new stage
Where you want to be and see somebody new
What's your damage?
What's your pleasure?
What's the difference?
I can't figure
You're a painter
I'm just a corner you've worked your way into

How's life among the ruthless?
Does your new main man come with an odometer?
I heard love is a virus
It grows sui generis
And you can't gеt no grant money
To find the cure for it

Morality is rеsidual religion
So I'll spare throwing that old line on you
It's not a morality question or an ethical dilemma
You just broke my heart and that's uncool

I prefer the short stack to the pancake
The heart attack to the heartbreak
So I keep the caffeine in my cup
And the smoke in my lungs
And try to make these less expensive mistakes

Because good just isn't sexy
I know because I have a friend who never lies
They call him the Christ of Sexuality
The unexpected always hits him right between the eyes