Puddles of deserted ideas pooling

Clicking camel scrying on a wood floor

Moisture teasing sinkholes pulling upward

Kill switch in here hiding but it's hard to

See from the car

At a certain speed

Where you are

Crying places smiling all over the walls are drying faster than they were

Before tomorrow fell on top of you and what you spent all morning trying not to

See from the car

At a certain speed

Where you are

Spider living in the oven

Tries to fill its empty stomach

Hums a tune to calm himself

A web will come in time

No one wants a fickle present

Hands unfolding waning crescent

Giving and ungiving every time

Not sure if you'll ever be completely whole without a hand held through the mirror

Turning, turning camel laughing at your

Candle burning from both ends won't help you

See from the car

At a certain speed

Where you are

Spider living in the oven

Tries to fill its empty stomach

Hums a tune to calm himself

A web will come in time

No one wants a fickle present

Hands unfolding, waning crescent

Giving and ungiving every time

Spider living in the oven

Tries to fill its empty stomach

Hums a tune to calm itself

A web will come in time

No one likes a fickle present

Hands unfolding, waning crescent

Giving and ungiving every time