mr. sparkle
i am an errant ambulance
sirens screaming, tires reaching for the road
speeding through your deepest dreams
i am a walking nightmare
stumbling through your backyard
bloodied and burst at the seams
don't bring a kite to a knife fight
advice from the fated, befallen
sin howls from the hills on this night
when him come callin'
i step out under a street lamp
and i feel like a headliner
i am mr. sparkle
singin' my city blues
teary-eyed and soaked with booze
and i've been fighting again
friday night is for guitars
vodka shots and new scars
there are girls in the boy's room
pills and pain
excuses exhumed
deceit and perfume
be careful where you leap
all is not true or exposed
and death is still surprisingly cheap
i have always been bad
i have always been a mess
mom said,"stay away from the wrong crowd"
but look at how i'm dressed
saturday is filled with apologies
and screeched speeches
and i want to pull out my own eyes
on sunday while you pray
i will be on the wrong doorstep
screaming into a busted cell phone
with my own understanding
that sticks and stones
will someday kill me
been fighting again
mr. sparkle
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