visions veer side to side,
out of sight strictly stuck in mind
bending over backwards
trying not to scream
scrambled eggs and burnt toast
say how much you mean
certain styles like animals
noises like you've heard a ghost
pretending prettier visions
that don't remind me of prisons
climb through
shine to
shrines of me
inside of you-- got my pennies worth
better get my dollars worth
parking lots after dark,
"please do it already,"
am I good,
great-- all's well and all are ready
sturdy dead skin on your gurthy steady fingers
explode and climax-- resolved with no resolution
with a thousand pixels at my choice
its no wonder why there's so much confusion
saw you look like a sidewalk professional
or a priest staining the confessional
I just came but I'm ready to
leaving sick only trying to go home
the leaves are wet I'm trying to go home
the trees are bent still trying to go home
i'm never gonna find my way home.