Warm Vanilla Pies

Warm Vanilla Pies 

Every lie 

You ever told 

Is smeared over your face 

Like warm vanilla shit that's dried 

Into a viscous paste 

That every day you squeezed into 

my ears and said "Oh, hey!" 

"I'm gonna push and squeeze  until 

you learn to  love the taste" 

I threw it up, I threw it down, I covered the whole place 

I covered you, I covered me,  until there was no trace 

Of anyone who ever lived outside your crazy maze. 

And then I opened all the doors 

And walked into the rain.