This no neck mother ****er
Whom I dwarf...

Recidivist sack
but you're mine...

Love like the place on bathroom doors
in bad parts of town...

Fourth avenue,
Fifth avenue's estranged brother...

And
Your love is like...

We don't write he and i
we don't write, he and i...

There is a day, maybe not in the near future,
You're going to wake up and cough...

I'm sitting here staring at the invisible...
between people who have never met...

Sometimes i like to sit and stare,
sometimes at nothing...

Here's this dot,
This dot wrapped in plastic...

Time just stops
you see the light...

This door won't hold the wind out,
She's looking at me that way again...