I see a fork in your tongue,
and you speak from both sides
Each word is a mountain
Every mountain is a lie
The lies make me quiver
Each shiver makes me cry
The tears are glued to both my cheeks
The pain keeps me alive

My life goes in circles
so small,
I can crush them between my fingers
The circumference barely loops around my ankles
I can see across from one side to the other
And no matter where I look, it all seems ugly

I've been told a time or more
about the edge of the earth
and how you can see straight down
to the end of it all
The end of everything

Columbus was wrong
The earth is flat
And we're all drifting toward one edge
or another
without even realizing it