lose the sleep

you are a staggering guitar
growing intensity
your tongue a spear
a sticky pistol of poison
and subdued charcoal flavors

tonight is the sort of night
that pretty girls die in car wrecks
their drug store lip gloss
tossed out of broken windshields

nixon is coming back from the dead
and you still can't play a single riff
your window overlooks deer and gravel
and i can't get my damn cat
to return in from the grass

yeah, it's that kinda night
you're that kinda guy
and guess who will lose
the sleep
tonight