i want to feel a little beautiful, baby

you hate places like this
surrounded alone
this love has me spitting out teeth
but i got cobwebs on my zippers
her hands are like icicles against my skin
a heart so soft like mj's speaking voice
and she
she's the kind of girl that awards cardiac arrests
police
everything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of lull
and war
but this town is broke
and i'm not talking about banks
or fixtures
it's love