little mirrors above me, 80k to the hour
horns are the signal of my wind blasted face
cold burned by some broken wind shield shard
rocks face across the lake thunderous split and showers down in a cascade
oh my god becky you've broken down the last natural landscape
With a chisel in my aorta, i'm coming up bleeding and awake
I was riding a wave across the lake to your house to make out
Now i'm face down in the mud slinking my way round town.
trying to hide from the better part of myself i let down.
You've got me stacked at the bottom floor caving in
i'd rather put my face in the chimney and breathe your cigarettes
when I'm a stretched thin like my shingle shin skin
it feels so damn good to avoid your self recruited tiger cub kin
When the hills bring me back to a mirror bound city
I remember the chill spine you slid into my memory
I lost my nerve when you kissed my chest; i was cowardly
I was spitting out words where they had no place to be
spectacularly illustrated and so succinctly replicated
the host inside your home has been explicit beyond reproach
Oh wait shit, I'm still in the lake, now i'm dripping on your floor
Never was a guest, learn my thank yous and the rest,
something in store for the people who know me best
It's kind of funny when your mouth shapes like a dictionary or test, fuck i'm out of breath
ya definitions for me range from rough to regret
synonyms look dope but often lack or get left
behind or get caught up in a lexical mesh
of lost love or a poorly estimated guess
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