Bed sheet man
Sitting on his hands
Everybody wonders
But nobody has a plan
See him in a crowd
See him when he’s proud
Everybody asks
But nobody asks how

Feline photograph
I suppose I’m glad
I guess so
I guess so

Mary had a little plan
She’s doing the best she can
All the kids thought it was absurd
But Mary knew that she was a bird
Locked in a car, how she’d come so far
Mary had a little plan

She didn’t know how to drive
No she hadn’t been long enough alive
The keys were just sitting out
She knew what thrill was about
Climbing to the front, hands on the wheel
Mary didn’t know how to drive

The garage was sealed to the floor
Mary hadn’t smelled this smell before
She was dizzy but she felt kinda proud
She started up that engine loud
The gas grew thick, and poor Mary felt sick
The garage was sealed to the floor

Mary had a little plan
She’s doing the best she can
All the kids thought it was absurd
But Mary knew that she was a bird
Her body was dead, but flew like a bird in her head
Yeah Mary had a little plan

After I yawned
And my face relocked into its fixed position
And my eyes reglued into their sockets
I swallowed in the others expressions
Looking up, brain swollen
The floor materialized tiredness
Brandishing my finger, drawing in the air like a wand

Sepia dust at
Dawn they rust
And stick to the English
Air
    Streets do shine
With love in mind
And fix the past
   They bare

Psychic spies and stimuli
Walk hand and hand on cape Relentless
Acid trips on a steady drip
  Never gets the consequences

Speak to me in lull
     Sweet misery despise
Mumble not with words
     But with the look in your eyes
Whisper at my pillow
     Wake me in my sleep
Talk only with your lips, love
      Because lo, your mind solely weeps

I was placed in your pocket with your will to be
   Weird
  Every thought skewed my vision on what I thought
Should be clear
I had the world as my shoulders and
My head was the sun
  What I gave you wouldn’t take
Now what I gave is on the run