Sometimes when I want to feel the weight of metal crushing bone
when the ambers up & I'm alone, my skulls observing their ways home
theres a man in a parked car pushing his face into a candy bar
my drilled walls have their imperfections, like each alone has his obsessions
you're just a sweating image on wooden floorboards too far away to see me sigh
Hear water sneaks through, I've got to let it in
& step back to watch you walk that road rubbed underfoot
& the places where they skin you & leave hot rocks inside
& where they taste you & judge you & you feel alive
& where the sun goes down different every sky
I just want to be in those places at one time
close enough to hear you sigh.
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