Mattressroach - Three Jars Every Midnight Lyrics

I remember the car seat they had me sit in
In the back corner, surrounded by two ventricles
Beating and breaking
Beating and breaking
Do you remember those glittery shoes?
Glowing in the dark like Dorothy's?
The way they used to drag them across dusty carpets?
A nail in a wall carved my hip bone
I've used it to sculpt my ego

You had such long hair over your face
I used that as my own kind of debriefing muscle
The way I was pulled into testosterone, dragged through estrogen
God looked sourly at Mary
I'm not sure whether it was the mother or the whore
But the way she held her baby brought forth
The simple treasures of what some would call a miracle
I prefer the term bastard

And oooohh myyyy goood the way things felt
When a puddle would start to warp its way around the wreath
The obnoxious drool dribbling through a heavy commute
Your little red wagon carried an AR15
Mine was a supposed good luck charm to support the lazy eye
It still droops

That glass can't possibly get any emptier
How much liquid do you think it can hold?
You take 21 sips and then it's finished
You can't spit it back up - you wait for a refill
You wait and you wait and you wait and you wait
And you'll wait until I say I'm ready
Until my hands fold back
Sometimes my arms bend back
Sometimes I swallow my tongue until I can taste my stomach acid

The big plastic board said fertile
I understood every move I made
You don't reach into a bee hive and avoid every sting
Honey comes at a cost
Isn't that right, honey?

You tried to confine me with leather straps
Well a confinement isn't worth a damn
When I resided in a sandcastle filled with glass and bedsheets
Every time you spoke, I jammed my hands into pockets full of mouse traps
I'd pull them out and unveil stigmata wounds
You think you know a god?
You reject him every time you see him sitting on the dirty cement
Castrating himself with a plastic knife hoping
That someone will offer him a home for the night
And your god? He's a skinny white prick
With a confusing sexuality and a mouth that can't stay open or shut
A body like five toothpicks held together with a piece of gum
A face made up of hundreds of car accident stock photos
You will get on your knees and say "also with you"
When he crawls across the pews
That cup, you will drink it up
That bread, I will shove the food back down your throat as you spit
I am your god