the stains i've grown to love and hate
still feel as fresh tonight as they ever did
as i'm trying to resurrect the stories
with the hand that is lying next to them
flush as they watch me grow hoary
and i know you've never forgiven me
because some how i will never forget
the bottles you've helped me empty
the passion i can finally neglect
excuse me if i'm still the only one
in this room who has the right to yell
obscenities and predictions of fate
regarding the parents and guardians
of these stains i swear i still hate
