SCREECH SCREECH SCREECH go the tires on seventh

act like you know where the right lane’s ending

left for dead after the world ends, acting

a bit like a pile I (damn)

stepped in and kept it

getting up mad shouldn’t mean I stand livid

in the pan legs criss-crossed sitting

praying to above, wearing caramel colour gloves

with my toe half-stubbed and the mind of a dim bulb

I do this, I tried to do this

I bite my tongue – improvement

I can’t trust your violent movement

I blew this I really blew this

I mean, I did not do this

I talk less, is this improvement?

find the step’s pep and a zest for life tempting

tepid, spooked by the corner fire embers

under the sun the Econoline is driving

(the car alarms honk with the horn)

BEEP Beep Beep

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heaviest heaviness, heaviest calm (.)

lighter than talking about my problems baby

I do this, we sigh we’ll do this

I rock my nail right through this

I can’t seem to feel improvements

I ruined this, I nearly ruined this

I dig my heel into this

I think less is this improvement?

It’s so long

life is so long

oh you know it’s oh so long