The Violent Red You Left Behind

He’s talking about

What’s left in the bedroom

And is it a mess

Yeah, it’s a mess

And I ain’t cleaning it

That’s for fucking sure

Goji thinks he’s getting
A security deposit back

And his fucking turtle

I don’t think so

I do not--

I haven’t even been in that room

Since he left

And the turkey spots

Started popping up

All over my arm

This is him

Is what it is

It’s like chemical warfare

I’m not kidding

The doctor looked at me

And went to get three other doctors

And I just took off

When a doctor needs

To call in

Reinforcements?

You don’t think about anything

But getting the fuck out of

Wherever it is

You are

On the way home

I called Goji on my cell

Saying--

‘Dammit, Goji

What the fuck did you give me

Before you took off’

Nasty little burn kinda turkey you know spots

I called them everything under the sun

And they keep blistering and popping

They itch like a bastard

And no cream or nothing

Does any good

The red goes so deep

Sometimes I think

I’m looking at the blood

Near the bone

But it’s just surface stuff

Ridges and tears

And if you put a bandage over it

It just comes undone

Like it wants the world to know

You’re marked

Because you were dumb enough

To shack up

With a fucking loser

Like Goji

He left a messy bedroom

And all these fucking spots

And me with no healthcare

No money

No way to pay the bill

From the doctor

Who couldn’t even help me

And these creams

And ointments and shit

They don’t come cheap

I can tell you that

He kicked me when I was already down, you know

I was already feeling

That baked oven feeling

Where I gotta stay up all night

Checking the switches

To make sure

The electricity’s not trying

To take human form

I already knew the spots were there

But I could keep ‘em at bay

As long as I had Goji in the house

To feed me

And keep me strong

As soon as he left

They knew it

They knew it

And pop pop pop

There they were

And I thought--

Fuck

What am I supposed to do now?

He was always a quiet man

But man, what he left behind?

Violent

Violent red

All over me

Worse than bruises

Worse than scars

Something that’s not gonna heal

Something that’s going to stick around

For a long

Long

Time