This image I have of your face by the window
Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away

Torturous lice, mad Elizabeth
An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor
You're moving so fast now, I can't hold your image

You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears

Like a dead man face down on the highway
Stay the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom

Chemotherapy bullshit

Like a skunk, eating it's own tail
A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then gone again
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Oh, great by me
Always it waits in the wings

Like a snake eating its own tail
And hope there's some good ones, those tree shadows in the park
We each know our own fate
Hate the rich, hate the happy
These are the days when I hate the world
I know a place we can go and I'm falling
So much land traveled, so little sense made of it

Imitation, distant, tired of longing, clean white teeth
Yeah? Mine were alright, wasn't my best one but who cares?

Ideas swirl but don't stick
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin

I've hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on your yes
But sooner or later your own self will always catch up

Your knees up around me, my face in your hair
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories Movements, the movie, unreeling, about to begin
Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Yeah, let's do that
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Love so hard that you wish you were ten
Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents

You can change your clothes
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Frame by frame
A monologue on top but no girl in shot
One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes

Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things

They appear but then run off like the rain on the windshield
Love so hard that you wish you were ten

Beer drinkers, the satisfied ones
Like an unarmed walrus
It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us
The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull
The light within you shines like a diamond mine
Metal arms outstretched

Like my cheese, portrait with green stripe
How we'll be received, how we shall end
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
Girl in front of bathroom mirror, she slowly and carefully

Abstract typography, methane covenant
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Parking tickets, breakfast specials
Times Square Midday, newspaper buildings
I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway
Paints her face green and mask like

And your no, I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals
There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living

Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder

These things don't change
Steam turbine, frog farm
All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection
Love so hard that you wish you were ten
Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my head
Does someone just have to carry this weight?
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
I'll think of you, up in the air, twisting your heel
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Around six p.m., shadows across the cobblestones
I know a place we can go and I'm falling

Until to the posters soak in me, every clear afternoon now
They're all whispering, shake some leaves
I know a place we can go and I'm falling

A steam turbine, frog farm
I'm disgusted with petty concerns
Linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, stocky emissary

And then I hate myself for realizing that
The light within me shines like a diamond mine
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real
News headlines going around, you watch as they go

Hate the complacent, the TV watchers
Long shot through apartment window

Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun

Is an excuse for anger
That's the spirit
We know from our youth, how to be treated