It doesn't hurt the first day
Only the second and third
It's raw without the rubbing
And with the rubbing, worse
Maybe I'll find space inside
To sleep away the scabs
Or maybe I'll dream
And heal the skein
With my illusions intact
It doesn't hurt the first day
Only the second and third
It's raw without the rubbing
And with the rubbing, worse
Maybe I'll find space inside
To sleep away the scabs
Or maybe I'll dream
And heal the skein
With my illusions intact
This perfumed air
Will kill my brain
Nerves to dumb
Twitching bundles
Or maybe I'll never
Breathe again
Drive the blood
To the depths below
Summer is unbearable
The places to go
The beaches to see
The advices of how to drive and be
And all you haven't done
Give me winter instead
Braced behind the panes of glass
Or outside for a bellyful of air
Among the dead and desolate
Where the snow reaches the branch
You can stay awake forever
And you
Don't have to do a thing
We touched
, afraid of skin
We kissed , with lips
Akimbo
The awkward glance
Cast back around
Stings deep ,
When
Left on its own
It's Funny, I can
No longer grasp basic objects
The shapes whirl to shade instead
Maybe I climbed all night and day
Through brick and space and breath
Maybe I drank the pills all morn
To swim the day upstream (While
burning the lights out overhead)
Or maybe I cried the world to sleep
And woke the wolves instead
Motionless is not only
The sum of moving parts
For dragging you back
To the headaches and white light
Better to scrap it tonight
And sit on the winner
Break their stale bread while
Crossing random wires
For maybe they'll sing for you
Boy
And maybe you'll just sleep
Through the fight
Why care about the day
When all of the day is done
Through the digestions
Frozen
Just to peek through blinds
Counting it back to null