I bet you think its cool to slip through empty lots
It's cool to dig through rubble
And find old needles
Cigarette butts
Walk the fences and lick your cuts
You sing me a song
All sweet notes off the cinder blocks
Even the bums whistled along
We found a box in the trash
With a golden lock
And you wiped the dirt and grime
On my clean white shirt
You thought it was something
How I covered our tracks with a sabal palm
But
You fell asleep
With dirt on your cheek
And I
I stayed up rolling joints of heaven thistle

I didn't give you any kisses
But ***** finger prints on your forehead
You whispered in your sleep
hide and seek, one two three, worms in the dirt black and deep
A dog barks through our little neighborhood
I never felt better
Like the moon as a crescent
And it turned my mind off to
Your skin's reflection