I wept to see and spilled away
I'd hoped to grow some love that day
But then to feel my fingers dead
I had to grow with just my head
An ocean hums on moaning
Waves inside the purple cardboard veins of
A sad man dripping milk down a drain
Beneath some concrete piles I meet the green
Of a smile and he's bubbling inside with a stomach
Of fire sings deja vu I'll make you beautiful
And sells whales to girls who skin themselves every morning
I saw a ribcage filled with garbage underneath a concrete forest
Asphalt's endless signs with questions that with ghosts inside car engines
My lovely sin is bubbling while shell crash waves from out a gun
A little light shut clamp and after all what I should need is just some sleep