Precious

Peanuts, kiddie Molotov cocktails

On a starved stomach

On Sunday afternoon

I've got tobacco allergies

And a bloody tongued cat lick ticking the lil' piggy

Peeping out of a size-and-a-half girl shoe

I watch myself in the fishtank mirror in the corner

All the fish died for Friday's fish fry

I'm watching a sunken ship

All the fish died for Friday's fish fry

I'm watching a sunken ship

December embers trickle up

Set roots in a soil sky

One Sunday

Like a likable bully

December embers trickle up

He builds a fire, he pulls to a picnic

December embers trickle up

Set roots in a soil sky

As January's stars