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lyrics
Made of two yous that you used
to take up rooms you used as new wombs.
Two names that you used. You soothed
the light from the window with motel sheets,
soundproofed the ceilings, cleaned the hallways as rent paid,
so we could stay with you, I can see.
We cleaned our bodies
that moved over you
as the murders gone on of tenants we knew.
Grotesque as the mobsters and monsters
you left behind you.
She was a tire in spin,
The shape of an eye
in front of the ocean,
Digging for stones and throwing them
against its window pane,
Take it down dreamer, take it down deep,
a sea swelled inside me for you, out of time, Ouroborous,
the lizard claws at herself,
an orbit a fall backward to blame,
I was buried in my personal history
and the underground parking garage,
I know only the wrecking rock the body became.
Here my body will rise to the penthouse,
Dodging hobo's and cyclists,
Like elevators and the scent
Of cheap wine. The window
is open. The cool breeze.
I squeeze
myself when I'm sleeping.
Freeze me, Please keep me in season,
I am time's surveyor
of this lady's layers.
She was a first floor lower life form, she felt so warm,
when they put you in the earth
it was a dirty reverse of our hellos.
I spent all my time on the fourth floor,
now I can't make another move.
Some of this is an armature,
and some of it's just a ruse.
Lets drive in.
Lets drive out 'til we can't see no vacancy,
and I can't make another move.
The car's exhaust is our mutual fossils.
I want to make a move.
I watch the fan blades drifting
back in their spin
to become the defence of dorsal fin
plates on a stegosaurus.
I am up here, above it, down there,
watching the cars rush like rodents,
dreaming of their carbon offset.
I want it back, and will climb to the earth.
Your lady says no. Your lady says no.
Your lady says no, well she said no until you get all the way back home.
All this time it was everything inside me, crawling out into a garbage disposal
All this time it was everything inside me just crawling out into a garbage disposal.
I'm a dirty word that's oiled in the hinge,
it's mumbling it as the door opens
into your six by two coffin,
Whatever you are in we're in.
Tell it to me slowly. Tell you what?
Id really like to know if that time there were reasons you loved me?
I will eat you alive!
I'm on the windowsill, I'm on the fourth floor. I'm on the windowsill, laying the compost.
I'm on the windowsill, I'm on the fourth floor. I'm on the windowsill, laying the compost.
I'm on the windowsill, I'm on the fourth floor. I'm on the windowsill, laying the compost.
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