I’m an avalanche
I’m a pretty hill

I’m an avalanche
A sink hole
I know how it feels
To sit and wait
See what others see but not get it
Feels funny, feels fine
but I’m just ticking time

keep getting swallowed up
missed the teeth again
scaled right enough to get tossed back
and just be a lump in a belly cry Wolf

If I can’t stop faking

This sad ****

I’m lost

If it’s lost

If it’s lost

a grand gesture
To our time

And no reply

Make peace with that
Make peace with that  

Weeds know where to grow

And that thoughts on you

And there
Lies
The problem

Feeling good
when I’m feeling
All in the gutter
truth comes from
The sludge and the ****
That’s that

Burnt space
rubbing together
Churn a rhythm
From a
Shape-shifting monkey
To God in our head
A Boy crying mother
Gun in his hand
The anthem
Nothing is the way
it should be
Nothing is the way
it should be