There is a kink in my back in need of a crack
and somewhere a question with an answer I lack
Life's water flows through me but I've lost the cap
So my brain leaks it's juices and forgets to synapse

There is a picture perfect being lingering sometimes
but the string has been cut to disable the blinds
All seen through the window is through scratched glass
I lift up my light source to prove you exist
Love, I have burnt all the wax

There is a light behind your baby blues turned on when I'm up close
and from far away those secret windows seem boarded and closed
If I threw the rocks I wield at them they would crack
expose all the complete products I lack
place me again on a downward track
sicken me

I'll no longer be your after school snack
I'll only be rotten and stuck in tupperware
watching you from the fogged up plastic
my own rotting wheat sending shivers down your spine
far unlike the way you send them down mine