Things You Should Know in the Case's of Crash Landings


giant boxes,
cut from out this street,
reminds me of our life in brief.
to waste your time,
is good enough for me,
cuz' everyone learns,
learn's how to fake it,
how to make it seem complete.
crapulous we are this mornin',
like a dying piece of bait.
the more she tried to swim,
he sank,
call the preacher,
drag the lake.
burn the sirens,
start with her pointed shoes,
tear down the frame,
conjured tongues,
on shattered roofs.
speak to me,
and tell me it okay.
this time we'll be short,
cut the anchor,
drift away.