A Detailed And Poetic Physical Threat To The Person Who Intentionally Vandalized My 1994 Dodge Intrepid Behind Kate’s Apartment (Nervous Energies Session)

Chipped paint; Carol's gonna turn into dust An old saint; A silver surface worn into rust From long nights in a neighborhood I started to trust To you, it's just Scotch Tape and a heightened sense of cowardly pride A u-lock (some entitlement to keep by your side) A felt pen, a detour from your morning ride And what's left behind with your note It's the reason I'll be running so late A fine point to write off what I'll draw on today And draft out the storyline to acting my age To which I say: Have you ever felt your perfect teeth Make a connection with Chicago concrete? It's messed up. You always can become what you hate It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake It's so fucked that you couldn't say this straight to my face To which I say: Have you ever felt your perfect teeth Make a connection with Chicago concrete? Do gears change as often as the seasons? Is there a cycle set to breathe in? Is this the part of me I'll forget? A chained fence, the cement Where a casual promise can become a threat Chipped paint; Carol's gonna turn into dust An old saint; A silver surface worn into rust From long nights in a neighborhood I started to trust To me, it's just messed up you always can become what you hate It's bad luck or intention for attention's sake It's so fucked that I couldn't say this straight to your face To which you'll say: Have you ever felt your perfect teeth Make a connection with Chicago concrete? Do gears change as often as the seasons? Is there a cycle set to breathe in? Is this the part of me you'll forget?