Eyelids hanging over eyeballs Cracking to meet the garish sun Stomach hanging over guts Hanging over clothes left partially undone Time is loud, Minute hand hanging over number one My lashes fan away the sight of responsibility Hanging over my head As I lay crippled in my bed Half dead Hanging over all the slurred truths I left unsaid Last night I might have been Hung up on the one who never made it, Strung up on the crucifix I created So martyr me! So long as I never see another drink again Sickening nights reveal your true friends Startling To see the intentions of hungry men Hanging over me like a loosely draped kimono Risque from one shoulder Unintentional invitation was a no, no But still they see yes And the expectations clung to me like a little black dress Hanging over me in their judgements As if the bottom of this cup was a vortex Leading to unwarranted advancements for sex Let them assume what they want I guess, But I find these hungo...