Fatalist Palmistry

I sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine And coffin rehersal I know a psychic who reads her own palms And her findings are personal She keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side, Well maybe she knows something i don't know But i am still alive in love and Wide eyed in my time Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths Your cat clawed out my eyes while i's Distracted by your smile And now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting And you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating 'Anna and nathan' Anna, i'm patient But your painted pony is fading Lost like a snakeskin in high grass And out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me You count them blessings cause your net worth Oughta be less cream in your best dreams But god put a song on my palm That you can't read I'm lucky to be under This same sky that held The exhale from your first breath Like a ring on a pillow of clouds By you my tongue may stutter But my gift heart screams clear and swells To burst between the wrapped lengths Of its bowed ribbon cell But i am still alive in love and Wide eyed in my time Not a mummy shinking in its cloths There's a moth flock in my gut growing A tug at my groin like tides trying to Pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them And when we say your name our tongues catch flame And you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say But your painted pony is fading Lost like a snakeskin in high grass And out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me You count them blessings cause your net worth Oughta be less cream in your best dreams But god put a song on my palm That you can't read I'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see