Have you seen them? The words cut open Your poor intestines can't deny When the inky periods drip from your mailbox and Blood flies, dip and glide, reach down inside, grab inside There's something living in these lines And when your newest kisser is peeking You dress yourself up tonight Get all tangled up in arms and legs, it's cramped up and Someone grabs a hold, do you go oh oh oh? Should you go home? Theres something starting, don't know why Because it's messy, yes, this mess is mine Though mine is messy, yours is maybe nine