God is Dead

massacred halos two days before Easter Sunday

lover's suicide with only one lover, pt. 2

lover's suicide with only one lover, pt. 1

Do not claim to be martyrs

were you at the funeral? (collaboration)

Loop Your Strings Around Your Darling and Tumble Him Down (Collaboration)

Polonaises are Three-step dances

D'Urbervilles, More tragic than Tess

There really must be fate from the way I'm failing

As hard as you try, you'll never think of why

I'll pretend that I don't like you and you pretend you didn't see anything

It was like pornography, pt. 3

It was like pornography, pt. 2

It was like pornography, pt. 1

I can't believe you almost died while I was playing catch

And you, baby jesus, can have my very last pint

and i broke up, not you, not we, but i

and we were going to be gods, honey

and this was the story that launched a million ships

you don't know anything about love, i'll promise you that

I'll be optimistic because the old and the young hope for it

i'll just keep saying that it's okay until you realize that it isn't

this was about my affair with your answering machine

and here i had thought that you had quit smoking

we'll blame it on the mattresses to break our fall

It's like I'm living my life off of fortune cookies

And it was the tell-tale tapping of his lover's footsteps against the cracking cement of his balcony

because things are linear here, away from that triangular suffocation