Cats Are Aliens

Coitus Interruptus

Cats Are Aliens


Practice it, preach it 
Pretend I don't need it 
Looked in the navel for shame 
Gifted in crafting a song of self-loathing 
A game in the dark, let's pretend 

Creosote and cobbled stones 
There's something for everyone here 
I feel as though I've opened my soul 
But I can't let anyone in 

Aching, unsleeping 
And leave without speaking 
Stoned by your circle of friends 
Hard to remember how I was the centre 
Now I'm out here on the edge 

Creosote and broken bones 
There's something for everyone here 
I feel as though I've opened my soul 
But I can't let anyone in 

Be a doll and suck my soul 
Empty out everything here 
It's weird though: 
I sold my soul 
And still can't let anyone in.