Full Moon Or Infinity

Winter in Pigtown, buckets of rain
I swept the asbestos into a pile again
In my small room without a window
I was grateful enough just to be alone
I don’t know [bad word] over me…
The Full Moon or Infinity?

On my walk I found a watch in the snow
Second hand still ticking, I slid it on my wrist slow
Though time was of the essence, I ignored
Instead to hide my face into the fat I’d stored
I don’t know [bad word] over me…
The Full Moon or Infinity?

For Tourist Woman, vacation’s squalor
Is something to gloat about, especially the rent, I’m sure [bad word] to me, sit with me, chain me down
Hair is growing in so many new places I’ve found!
I don’t know [bad word] over me…
The Full Moon or Infinity?

The soft light of candles fill the house
I [bad word] to repeat my vows
Infinity whispers in my ear
Will my violence reveal itself away or near?
I don’t know [bad word] over me…