I stew in a warm bath of rotten tomatoes
Misappropriated funds, lounging around
This heartbeat is loud, thumping at the door of my mind
Beating at the walls of my skull
Angry at the blasé waste of grace

The air outside swirls and blows around leaves and does what it wants,
The people chase around desire with a magnetic drive
And you met my sad girlfriend today
She is a little morose because I told her I miss being sexually free.