cubically contained
Saturday, March 8th, 2008 Good for me, for a time
All hell’s cubically contained
Staunched and bottled
Pressed and altered
And at the ready for the reins
The first tiny little shadows
Of my creepy little thoughts
Inhabit all that matters
And I lose by default
And I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise anything again
I set a dozen 12-step traps,
They’ve slid by every one
I never catch the little bastards
I really do wish that they’d own up
Those paranoid little fuckers
Take their paranoid little time
And when the mood rolls in
They’re bank-robbin’
And I’m a hostage who will drive
And I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise, never promise, never promise
Anything again, anything again
Never promise, never promise
Anything again, anything again
Never promise, anything again
Now I can only do so much
And I will never deviate
I hear myself take a deep breath
And think I must’ve wanted it this way
I remember all those little traps
I could not keep them in place
They were never stationed anywhere
They were terrorized and maimed
So tonight I’ve set a vigil
And my shadow’s all that’s cast
And the iron that’s encased it
Is doing all that one could ask
And I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise anything again, anything again
Never promise anything again
Never promise anything again, anything again
Never promise anything again