Theres a bomb in my head
And times like these, i can hear the slow tick
Seconds to midnight
When the explosion and the atomic cloud
Rains down on me
Through fogs of guilt
Of rivers from tilted shower heads
That hide the tears that

exist only in those tiled walls

Of inebriated guts
That wrench in nausea
And wild, discomforting trenches of amnesia
Of misplaced love and loyalty
And teeth of piranha clouds, never to let go
Theres a bomb in my head
Set to go off soon
And times like these, i can hear the ticks winding down…