This Won't Come Back

Chalk it all up to the grind, you’ve lost all of your senses,

Nothing you’ve had all the time, the winds are always combing,

Through your majorie, climbs apparent, clovered danger,

Cloaked by the seems of the night, are woven threads of hunger

You and I are no safer here than we were when we met

And everyone’s made out to see a version shared but unlike you I am adapting to me,

There’s only so much one can take,

we’re all fragments in need of replicating structure, lights on, there’s nothing to be,

The room is not much bigger Than the space in your dreams, The walls smell so much stranger,

nothing compared to what’s in me

You and I aint’ no safer here than we were when we met

O is for the ???

Cranking sun-still set

I’m flipping every beetle, going to the gate of every dog,

Sitting oh-so often, looking up above as it goes off,

Wait around, big things shake, so uptight, left to make

And it’s a jig-a-low, jug-a-lug, jig-a-low, chug-a-lug band

And they’re playing a jig-a-low, jug-a-lug, jig-a-low, jug-a-long jam

And your the bricker-brack-tally-whack-whizz-whoppin’, bell of the ball (don’t fall)

And its a whizz-wally-wham-molly-moon-wally-waltz through the fall

Is everyone in the dark, To who you were and to what you truly are,

Are all your friends in your skin, as you let them all race your brand-new binge,

All the ducks are away, so lets enjoy your new found sense of strange, oh, so low

Hold on, to the lice of dream you crave

A tipsy warning leaves you afraid,

A lurking figure draws you deeper, oh so slowly as it,

Changes layers, then so sharply goes bold,

All her features unfold,

Do believe you look sad,

Only so much so laugh.