so here for a moment
(a truth)
taking in the hair spray
and the youth we take for granted
I would tell you about law
I would tell you my secrets
yes I must be lonely if I've taken naps
I couldn't find myself a corner to list my mishaps and let my fingers touch your face
so few obstacles between us
except fear
which is enough.

it's just for a trick---
I'm marching in
to your bones
like a hundred cold textbook answers
that you want to refuse

you stand six seven eight
by a window you used to imagine would heal
you of all the waiting you do.
I am not a democracy and will probably tell you lies.
I can't help it
....sugar's the only answer
and it's just too bad.
Too bad for broken album covers
for shitty broken knees
and for the tired people who run the world and who will be happy to watch it burn.