04-30-03 - 12:42 am
death mass followed me home
nailed me to the couch all alone
batteries are dead so the channells
just static and snow
fuzz pushes me into a dream
scrolling all over the screen
cracks on the ceiling make rain
feel much more than needles can be
rain sings songs about home
home makes heaven a stove
just hold onto the flicker of coals
to burn your soul into the floor
with the pocketknife that you stole
i came into my own
i got bored when all that was shown
was a cheap silent film about eraser heads and rocketship men
so umbrella your smile with crisp
brittle filings from the dirty piss covered tile, in the light of your bathroom floor
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