Siberian Kiss

Siberian Kiss

Give me back 

My pictures of me. 

Me, you and him makes three. 

It figures the wheezing will measure your rate 



Of depress 

And I hope you know. 

Like a bitch in heat, 

I hope she know. 



So put another coin in and turn the crank 

Until the frames cease to move 

And the movie turns into a photo, 

A photo the size of a kiss 

I hope she knows. 



Staring at a Parisian sex flick 

Where the characters don't meet 

The characters don't speak 

And the characters are like mirrors facing mirrors: 

Space always expanding. 



So put another coin in and turn the crank 

Until the frames cease to move 

And the movie turns into a photo, 

A photo the size of my fist 

I hope she knows. 



A hiccup in paradise 

I keep you jealously to myself, 

In a photo the size of a kiss 

A kiss in the shape of a bullet. 



On phone lines and letterheads 

I'm dying about. 



I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing. 

There's always one more thing. 

If I can't have you no one will. 



Pushing a lover to love another. 

Are you turned on? 



I keep you jealously to myself.