We look for bodies in this rubble together

(It is something to do)

I have found your body

Stern and impractical

 

 

Here is what I got

I aint got nothing

(I got gladiolas on the down low)

I feel like something is trying to bleed me

 

 

I look around and notice everyone’s lips

Or you think suspiciously of a car

Moonlighting as a rocket scientist

Down a long white hallway

Spring rain a voice-over for your thoughts

 

 

You will break this bottle over my head

Place a zeppelin in my skull and

Leave it somewhere where

There are waffles waiting to be made

Other fleeting things will happen too