so should lack of feeling fix a valley in my
head
directly twards the left coast stealing tricks in alleys full of
dead
ballooned bodies black eyeliner sun tan motioning to
leave
a note upon a doorstep birds a top a windchime
whistling
their perfume sonance graces windy spaces thought to be
empty
i'll accept the facts, i'll accept the faith
i've accepted please just let me sleep
without legs and jade parrana
weightless wet drama begs to be fed
ageless and tasteless with faded out camma
a spontaneous pause, a shot to the head
so spotless and transparent
and so silky something seems
so blatantly apparent
how fucking slowly saline streams
head
directly twards the left coast stealing tricks in alleys full of
dead
ballooned bodies black eyeliner sun tan motioning to
leave
a note upon a doorstep birds a top a windchime
whistling
their perfume sonance graces windy spaces thought to be
empty
i'll accept the facts, i'll accept the faith
i've accepted please just let me sleep
without legs and jade parrana
weightless wet drama begs to be fed
ageless and tasteless with faded out camma
a spontaneous pause, a shot to the head
so spotless and transparent
and so silky something seems
so blatantly apparent
how fucking slowly saline streams
