i still don't know what i'm trying to say like dissecting a frog in 1500 ways looking for different yellow parts that piece together like a baby's first breath like touching yourself with your other hand and pretending it's someone else maybe i feel ordinary because i've never made love or ****** under the volcanic ash of someone's dark body never let anyone park inside the yellow lines that trace my body like ridges in the earth like gaps in time that i cannot take back i have no idea what i'm trying to say like boxed wine and a kiss from a girl at 7 am on third floor north hall in college like slicing people into their better halves and accepting them like the way time isΒ Β supposed to heal but doesn't i still don't know what i'm trying to say when i think about uncle tyger's voice rewinding time like green grass on the park that day like war and sand like hot air and forgiving i still don't know what i'm trying to say when i see myself shedding my skin like spring in heat evolving like the best portrait of human nature i'm not afraid to be caught loving you in the harsh elements even though i still don't know what i'm trying to say