Tonight I Want To Lie With Someone Who Doesn’t Care

I entered a room filled with elbows and knees
A lantern was hanging by a Surrealist painting
I opened my mouth; shrapnel sailed through the air
Tonight, I want to lie with someone who doesn’t care

Tonight, I want to lie with someone who doesn’t care
If my laces are tied or my background is poor
Is this too much to ask?
Take this lock of my hair and lead me to a lover
Of the creosote stained stare

Her skin was the color of an Italian summer
Her eyes carried sadness and hope in equal measure
Her head of tangled curls remained untouched by chemicals
An ancestral trait that made her mother proud

She said she lived by the ocean
But she longed for other fields
For other streets and other alleys
Where more crimes are committed
She commented on my lips
Then we slowly undressed
And I called upon the Nine Sisters
While she called out my name

Tonight, I want to lie with someone who doesn’t care
If my laces are tied or my background is poor
Is this too much to ask?
You take this lock of my hair
And lead me to a lover of the creosote stained stare

At her naked, I sit staring on the edge of the bed
Come back down to me, boy
For my feet are getting cold
Though your mind be a hive
Your beige body needs its rest
I just sucked on a cigarette like a child on a breast

Tonight, I want to lie with someone who doesn’t care
If my laces are tied, or my background is poor
Is this too much to ask?
You take this lock of my hair
Won’t you lead me to a lover of the creosote stained stare?