get over it and get over yrself
these lies are dyed blue
such a benign color
far from wicker stings in winter
chunks of wood under the skin
a painful splinter
getting infected
and growing more painful
get the tweezers, get the baking powder
get the needle and burn the end a little
get the emery board
get the apostolic basin
sprinkle sprinkle the water of yr youth
don't waste yr youth on you
watch out and make a very small step
you won't know what i'm thinking
how could you know what i'm thinking
i'm detached from the underground
what more could i do
disassociate and dislocate
new horizons call for new vocabularies
rain on rain on snow on children
rain on the children
rain on their dolls
all those easy listening sounds
the mellow vibrations move my soul
every shadow every part of it
something might have gone wrong
but all i can do is my best