- soft hand
Before there was you there was me. Nothing’s everything I’ll ever need. You are all just holograms projected on my dreams- slight of hand, intelligent machines.
It’s a soft hand in a black glove. I don't love to hate, but it ain’t enough to let you go on you way. You must be crushed. Before you were programmed to delete I heard you talking in your sleep. I remember every single one. I remember every single one, one, zero, one, one, zero, one, and beep.
- the pinch
It’s been the longest day, but now I’m on my way to a better place.
Thank god I made it, I can finally take a pinch again. Those years I waited it was all that kept me going.
On my death bed all I really wanted was a death’s head button on my bomber jacket. On my death bed all I really wanted was a death’s head, momma wouldn’t let me have it.
Rise from your knees, up through power lines into the open. Leave your lungs and your keys, air to breathe’s hard to find where we’re going.
- trying to see a face
Scuff my foot across the floor to make a sound to break the awkward silence at a stop sign in the car alone, looking in strangers homes, trying to see a face.
Massive bodies of water that I can’t touch. I only walk upon them. The awkward silence waking up drenched and fully clothed, looking in strangers homes, trying to see a face.