maybe it will come down to a number just like before,
but nobody's standing around with a gavel
your clothes didn't fit
the ones that I tried on
the ones that you wore
bury the shit in a twelfth page attic
time isn't profound, by itself, that you've known
it can't crumble and shake to break the foundation
yet things fall apart at the behest of a few
or when good men watch and do nothing
stand down, it can't make us healthy
what has been traded for calm and for us?
Track Name: Lasso
In a stone hammock that waits by your gate,
before all that led up to it,
down trickled hints of information.
It is good to want to want to.
Lightning strikes the bridge and wakes everyone.
Where's the fun?
Where's the rest when everything's a lease with a drone beneath all of it?
Come and stay at the fire that was burnt for your father and his father, you're now aware of the crime.
Overdue long trembles in confidence.
Still she scared you all to pieces, crumbled like an ash between fingertips.
What happened was a let go.
Rifled through your pockets and then, found,
you had to leave town.
It was evening in the meantime, certain that a light turned off meant finally, it needed you.
We're a lasso made of glass
Fragile snared trap
Not for naught
Thought we swore to not get got