Footshooter

The booze in my blood runs fast and loud
and my brain shouts down to my mouth
“Say whatever I think. Say it at him.”
When the dam bursts open and you’re drowned out, boy
better go outside, sit in your boat and wait
’til you get washed away

Hold onto your thumbs
Tighten your eyelids
Lock up your ears, my dear, I’m verbal when I am loaded
Duck under that desk
Cover your neck
Thicken your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again

As the body succumbs and my mouth goes numb
I limp out to the sound of the breaking of broken toes
A vandal spoke
In the stark and the sobering dry sunlight
I will blink my eyes and hope the blink can erase
all the shit that I said and did

Hold onto your thumbs
Tighten your eyelids
Lock up your ears, my dear, I’m verbal when I am loaded
Duck under that desk
Cover your neck
Thicken your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again

If I shoot at you, you should shoot at me, too
and we can drown in pools of the thick dark words we threw
As my face turns white, I apologise
I am sorry
it’s not your fault
its mine

Hold onto your thumbs
Tighten your eyelids
Lock up your ears, my dear, I’m verbal when I am loaded
Duck under that desk
Cover your neck
Thicken your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again