Mile a Minute

You talk a mile a minute

And I just lie to keep up

How could I try to leave this?

It’s everything that I want

Everything I want

And so the roots take hold

And break through the floor

So ceremonious

It’s where they’ll find us

It’s where they’ll find us

So ceremonious

MATTHEW DEAR

Cassiterite

On a screen

I slip, and you catch

A long word

To repeat, again, and again

and again, and again

As red lines

Until they find us

How could I try to leave this?

It’s everything that I want