God Fax

Stepped out of the car

Roasting

Walked down the hallway

Smiling

Inside

Dying

Sunscreen

Drying

And I am calm in

The absence of reason

And now that walks alongside me

Through empty parking lots

The mall, the beach

It follows me home

You're saying I sound

Without emotion

Digging down deep

I'm not the problem

Stepped out of the car

Roasting

Take time every day

Hoping

Send me a fax

I'm waiting

I swear

I'm trying