"your hunger".

if i were a sweeper,i wouldn't be...
cleaning around
empty bottles,lost n found.
"VISITING HOURS" are over now,
and you should think about...
how you broke your vow.
i dont wanna be your fractured heart
so,u better stitch up the hole urself n part...
lest,should i know
what are you hungry for!

if i were a doctor
i wouldn't be bandaging
your wounds,boy.
let the antiseptic lick it
and you better hurry down the lane
before your other clinic
closes n shuts the window panes...
i do know
what are you hungry for!

if i were a pseudonym
i wouldn't be you.
i would be rummaging around
for "missing emotions"
and not your crooked dictions,
i can imagine how,
you must be feeling now
slouching against life,itself
crying out for non-existent help...
and i still know
what are you hungry for!


if i was a bottom drawer,
i wouldn't be hiding your secrets
the white noise,
makes me hate your poise'...
so show me the back door
and then you can call in your whore.
yet,if i show up,
DO thank me cause...
i WILL manage to remember
what are you hungry for!