I can't hear this saw right now
it's a tease
and all the little girls flock like red faces
I've turned for the larger ride
You stand in my back road path
My venus
I get out and it's the room my tongue tossed and turned in
i used to curl in order to grow up
i used to bend my stomach
now i'm just holding the sweetest
now i'm just holding their oldest
And the curb said i came with a man
but i left with the bride
sometimes your teeth burn
and i hate you
and you are naked in the fall
but when you are in my car
and i hold my hand on that saw
god i can't hear it all
but it sounds like a man who can speak well
And he's making you flutter and sink and fill
The slice from my back's in your hand
I kept an apple and crown
your head in your hand
standing on the back of your young
we begin to tolerate tunnels
my father's laugh beside us
a church
raised near the swimming hole
a church
raised near the roof where we bent
and i found that bit of light you left for me
and i loved you hard

"sometimes i forget how to stretch. I'm over-revolving. I'm spinning too much. I fell through my sheets insecurely. I have been watching my deep breaths rock my heart. She's asleep. I don't want to dampen. I never woke up today. I caught cold from the swimming hole. I must have been bit by some fish cause i have red marks on my chest and cheeks. But there is something to come home to and I have a horse to ride on now. I remember walking home alone vaguely now but it seems so far away. I think of my thoughts and they all choke me up. But the swimming hole is a month away when usually i can get there within a matter of seconds. I used to think I could have two swimming holes but my gorgeous horse informed that that isn't so. "

You drain this fountain deep
So dark are the temples of a woman who i care for
as she cups my wormwood
You stand in my spineless wrath
my venus
blackbody burns and i look bluer than the almighty
The healing of an arrow wound is slow
I used to rip them like listening
now i'm just hurting the sweetest
now i'm just hurting their oldest
And i'm trying not to die here again
oh but i'm falling in love
and sometimes my teeth unstitch
like a rose picked
My pants are vernal in shade
when you bend to graze
And i hold my hand on that saw
Oh i can feel it dissolve
And i tasted your honey, it dripped to my feet
It's making me flutter as i drink and you scream
And your tears made a punch in the sand
I'm not animal tonight
I'm a human that tends
standing on the back of your young
we begin to tolerate tunnels
my father's laugh beside us
a church
raised near the swimming hole
a church
raised near the roof where we bent
and i found that bit of light you left for me
and i loved you hard