i have shown you where i am torn
do you believe me are you opened yet because i want
to look at you even when you are not here
are you opened yet because i realm to you
have fallen in you it sounds like an ode but it is not

inside is cold when you live together
nothing misses the house seems overflowing inside
is cold the temperature does not know
where to go what
is right now

i take this seriously like a sugar cane it is
always about the same stuff we take this seriously like sugar canes
spoons over our eyes you taste sweet and we put fat lines and
dots on the walls of the house the lines on my arms are
filled with sugar paste