Out on the board, you let the plane

Poke down a sewer trap

Vines, not a bird, dying

True type, you stand still

Shoo, trap, you stand still in the noon

As the windows that glow in your toast

To get halfway out of sleep

Cold days

Play on the phone

Try get to

What keeps you close

Pray I do all

To get what I can share

Of the people that don't make it there

You ride a cold bed, lacking place

I don't serve this anymore, anymore

Teeth

Your plaque

To grow

I got

Prettiest thing

Shame you had to leave

Before the board trade past things

That you press out

Of what you want to speak