my mazy mind is in a moat
and i'm walking around
picking up rotten fruit
off the ground
forever circles in her eyes
i gotta lay down
my frangible head splits up
spinning round
withering
every time you look into the sun
you run
i think it's coming after you
and every time i see the stairs
i climb them like a little kid cause i'm not scared
even in the morning
staring at the ceiling
take some till you're feeling
pretty good
my mummy mask is a mosaic
it fleas to the unknown
a fucked over quarter note
all alone
but you know it's no surprise
when you break then you own
my fragmented life feels like
a funny bone
chattering
ever since i looked into the sun
you run
i think it's coming after you
and every time
i see the stairs
i climb them like a little kid cause i'm not scared
even in the morning
staring at the ceiling
take some till you're feeling
pretty good
all my broken pieces will be thrown away
(forever circles in her eyes)
what's the point of stepping on them every day
(but i know it's no surprise)
i will mold another lover anyway
out of clay and i'll say my goodbye in some other life
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