Shall we live On faded scrolls Paintings on the walls Waterfalls Over you My love came from the blue Tidal waves Make my day Tell me a little lie, heterochromatic eyes Are we turning blue? Brings me back to you You do what you do I could feel the water diluting my body with the force of being born but instead of a life it's god and with its great blades it leaves nothing unquartered while it frays my ends and unwinds like a pair of gentle hands in slow motion picking apart my very being and Its eyes move with the will of its infinitely precise dimensions that fall off into black and red abyss where you sink to the bottom and find it jaws open, waiting for something- just anything to happen. and It was then I knew that I was merely and unapologetically human.

I am survived Underwater And it's no surprise To anyone Nobody in sight By the end of the night When they're going to die Not try and survive I fall again It’s a beautiful thing And Gravity alone No matter where I go Falling, Flying, Rising, Dying

I remember being born today Awaking from my little death I remember everything like new Enough so that there's nothing left I saw what makes a person change I learned where it originates; (I'm crashing and burning) Inside a person who has now Become too dense to navigate (and I never know my way around) The stories that they used to tell Would shake us to the core The fable of the ice The stitches and a scar I remember hanging from the floor Helpless in our invention I was too afraid to look around For if invention had killed him From the broken window I was born Evening of the 5th of November Running up the hill of my demise The old one killed in mid-winter Like stories that they told to us But none like this before The fable of the ice The stitches and a scar And when he saw me I pretended not to care But by bomb or little death I knew that he was scared But I know if he had died then I’d forget to live (with myself) And I think if I had died then he’d never forgive (himself) The stories that they used to tell But none like this before The fable of the ice The stitches and a scar

I will shake myself into your pocket Invisible Do what you want Do what you want I will sink and I will disappear I will slip into the groove And cut me off And cut me off There's an empty space inside my heart Where the weeds take root So now I set you free I set you free There's an empty space inside my heart Where the weeds take root So now I'll set you free I'll set you free Slowly we unfurl As lotus flowers 'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick Just to see what if Just to see what is I can't kick the habit Just to feel your fast ballooning head Listen to your heart We will shrink and then be quiet as mice And while the cat is away Do what we want Do what we want There's an empty space inside my heart Where the weeds take root So now I set you free I set you free 'Cause all I want is the moon upon a stick Just to see what if Just to see what is

After the hospital we head to the shore I fill up the raft, yea You cover your cast with plastic bags And out on the water Me and my little brother We don't say shit for hours Maybe even longer I have tried in my ways To make things right I'm trying

Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams? Summer thaws a quartered pill Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams? My eyes hatch a still born penny Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra Goes back before skinny boys stuffed their shirts Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams? The rat that's caught in the ribs of me will be released within the year: In crossing states on the spade possum with custom plates and the paint rusting Like cussing saints with strange customs here Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose one cobra Goes back before skinny boys stuffed their shirts Dead clover, dead clover, one mongoose, one cobra Will I get in to chase, to match my dreams? Nervous on night drives, fog or no fog It'll happen when he changes lanes Nervous on night drives, fog or no fog It'll happen when he changes lanes

I don’t know when this night will end If I open up the door To the back of your sunken mind And then in will come the flood When it all becomes too much I have swept the crises In the times you are afraid In a room full of clocks If I’m blowing myself away Through the bad times Two birds on a wall Your nose just grows I need just another drop It is metal and it’s cold I wait up on the rocks I am waiting on the tide Through the bad times If I’m blowing myself away Under hot fluorescent lights Two birds on a wall Your nose just grows and grows One day I’ll grow up tall I will be with you

When I saw you fall through the ice I wasn’t scared myself As I wiped away the snow Under twilight hills Through the sheet of ice I saw you swimming suspended in blue somersaults smiling as you faded

Stolen on your 10th Birthday Given a new Language A new haircut A new button-up shirt and a book of new words **His head begins to shrink Getting raped on your 11th Cold grey fingers scar your body Tuberculosis on your 12th On a small and thin mattress 400 miles away from home Dying alone on your 13th Feet dangling over the end It ended before it had started **His head is grey and thin as a nail Thrown in an unmarked hole behind the school in an afternoon With No record, You vanish **His head fades to dust On your 104th, they apologized yet you remained unchanged You felt kyne

Cement yourself in truth because to lie is diabolical Having doubt is fine you know Its only biological What little doubt is there can be quite easily disguisable What is there to say when the truth is undeniable If you stood below the roof then you would feel a little smaller If you pull up all the roots then you would stand a little taller But I wanna be cartographed I need to be articifact’d like fossils blackened left in attics They say churches stand tall Under their flame Crucifix hangs on the wall lightly by chain Pharaohs in gold masks intact All with their tombs unopened Wait for a minute and donkey boy Is sinking through the mesh The words the film critic spoke Made a little death seem small Though his speech felt vaguely misanthropic, I will recite and will recall I find myself through metaphysics And I’d do it again again again Until my thread Ends on a gravestone somewhere quietly In a bed I was never the type of person To ask you Wheres the flame The burning of everything Everything that I am But my name (Existing in all instances of time and space and Never once explaining or revealing itself Given the chance would they let it be And Would you let it all happen The answer is doubtful so Need the fire Need the famine Need the flood that stripes me of all convention No image no pronouns no atoms Would I be drawn up and strung, no.) Cement yourself in truth because to lie is diabolical Having doubt is fine you know Its only biological (You’re so impersonable and You don’t care, you dont even care) What little doubt is there can be quite easily disguisable What is there to say when the truth is undeniable Still I’m like I didn’t mean it I didn’t want it Can we start over again? Cus' it was all pretend And putting it out there for you Still I’m like I didn’t mean it And I didn’t feel it Can we restart it again? Cus' it was all pretend Just putting it out there (for you) It would be easy believing in something new