REPOSSESSED
I can see a lot from my window
The drunks driving home
And the repo trucks not far behind
The cats crossing the street
Looking for love
But I can’t shake the sight
Of a cop leaving the scene
Of a crime
With a smile on his face
And a bag in his hand
I CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS OFF YOU
I’m pretty sure the neighbor lady died
Her car is parked in the driveway
And I haven’t seen her for days
The mail is piling up
Her son stopped coming by months ago
I think he’s in jail
And the townhouse is starting to smell
So I go next door, work the lock
And yeah, she’s dead
Really dead
So is her cat
Which makes me sad
I look at her pictures on the mantle
And call the numbers on her credit cards
You know? To check the balances
Then I hop on the internet
To order some flowers
And a new dress
So we can dance one last time
Before the detectives arrive
NO MORE NIGHTFALLS
I’ve got HIV
But it’s not a big deal anymore
Like having pink eye
Or strep throat
But I didn’t tell my Dad that
And now he’s worried
Chewing his nails and pacing
I hope he’s learned his lesson
And leaves me and my brother alone
