glass

On a sunday
the morning of
dissapeared
all around the world
stars turn into rats
turn at the end of the world
hid disguise in coffee
determined to reveal all the secrets of the girl
who broke away mid-july
But then we all decided
then we never collided
and we were life
or greater
deep thick skin surrounds me
maybe

Yours truly,
the letter was dead
the chill hit end
the note was over
and she went in



Not to loud but loud enough

A sharp right turn
and she's ready to burn

Found your skin empty
with eyes running wet
it's these days of your life
you can't forget


Create and forget

Fix the glass
you're so good at it
you break everything else
and then you quit

Fix the glass
see that horse that rode in
well it's taking you home
get out from under my skin

It's so low