Hardwear

Took the handjob at the hardware store, made me feel just like a man
It only took me eye contact to make him understand
Swinging from the porches, your dorothy outfit’s gorgeous
Your costume party’s awesome just some guy’s being anonymous
Dressed like a pirate with a head full of amyls and a gun full of ammo
Key to the bathroom, you were dressed like a viking, skintight biking shorts
Looking for a metaphor, hoping for a quick divorce
Discofied suicide, everyone’s a friend of mine
There’s war against euphoria, we’re up on the battle line
That didn’t seem like fifteen beers