P W Tigah Lilie - Jor-El

X-ray on my stomach and my bones
The four corners of my heart explode
When you clock me, don't you know
I bathe in kryptonite
I bathe in Chris Cornell
And all the autogenous laws my genes gave my mast cells

Jor-El
Jor-El

I say Owen Wilson "wow" when I see you
But really, you are just a meatbag
The devil bleeds out my eyes, sometimes
So don't ask me how I am
Everyone knows I'm self-destructive
Just as much as I am seductive
Why are you looking at me like that
I don't understand
I never did

Jor-El
Jor-El
Jor-El
Jor-El

Balls deep in a thesaurus
I find this silence so boring
I'd rather tear out my PVC organs
Through my chest
Burning my blue skin
I surrender my attention
Great men like legs, to some exception
Boundaries pushed much harder
Than I ever found
I became all I ever hated
And you've worsened with age
I think you owe me an explanation
But it's whatever you say
And so I'm left confused
As to why I was so fond of a man
Who only ever wanted
To put me down

Jor-El

Written by:
Poppy Hall

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