Jason Hendricks

she's beautiful, like a fist, like surrender

tired little mouse

we moved happy out, baby

i can't fix any of this

because i don't care i lack the discipline of the growing tree

i can hear it in your voice the desperation of wolves, baby

i don't know, i lost myself somewhere along the way

sure you can wrestle angels and be tempted by demons but they don't write books about that, not anymore anyway

what's up, dead man

unrelenting and lacking in joy

what are the chances that it aches?

just woke up racing the danger days, baby

you run from life

these old feelings might as well as be broadcast from space, i don't even recognize the language anymore

shut the fuck up if you got nothing to say my heart's still beating (beating, beating)

nowhere to be i exist now only in my own head

observe the state of my battered soul, baby

sliding, right on down

it's always there, you know the tiger in the tall grass

name an artist? no, man art is dead put up against the wall and shot