On a string,
but we pass with no meaning.
you've written more detailed notes in pen,
hung your jacket on the back of a chair.
they turn their chairs when they sit,
because they're just like you.
are you okay?
maybe if we hold our hands up in unison,
something ugly will fall from the sky
and we can name it "genesis"
and drink the nectarwine like filthy Irish.
but we pass with no meaning.
you've written more detailed notes in pen,
hung your jacket on the back of a chair.
they turn their chairs when they sit,
because they're just like you.
are you okay?
maybe if we hold our hands up in unison,
something ugly will fall from the sky
and we can name it "genesis"
and drink the nectarwine like filthy Irish.
get out of my trash,
you can't dress yourself up like that anymore.
you can't dress yourself up like that anymore.
