inside need wantses

it's awlays at night that you write
isnt it
always when things quite down
isnt it?

cause the day the day buzzes
it blocks out the sounds
of our insides needs wantses
it shh shh's them down

and they claw from the inside
we dumb dumb them found
with wine with our cigarettes
smoke smoke them round

and your uppers your downers
lets drug whats inside
we use it or waste it
we keep it to hide

and isnt that funny
the way that we cling
to the eating away at
unspeakable thing

as if its our soul that reminds us to need
as if its our heart that responds when we bleed
as if its attached to our veins to our bones
as if we would die if it left us alone

but it drains us: we're lonely!
it kills us: we need!
and the daybuzz is soft'ning
and here come the grief

it creeps to our beds to our us left alone
with ourselves with our heads and the deafening moan
of the whats there inside
and it needs letting out
so we write write at night
cause it blocks out the sound