An after thought
ahead by one
calling out at the mess you've made
while choking on the sound.
The day the world folded in on itself
it's such an acquired taste
sealed with an acrylic ruse
but how long will it last?
It's like I can't escape
it's coming, unless you
show me how.
We're lost, wandering
in this calico ghost town.
Access to all areas
torment on skip repeat
I can still remember back
when our tongues were film strips
waiting to be developed.
Let this happen
because this is it.
Let me in.
Show me how.