What's Not Mine

Dirty water in my beard
In my salt marsh tears
I’m not crying for myself
But I’m riding close
I was hiding in your disguise
I was looking through your dead eyes
I don’t even know what’s not mine
What’s not mine
What’s not mine
What’s not mine
What’s not mine
Climb me, climb me
Tip the bowl
Put the dish on water
I was opening your door
To my nightly sauna
I was lounging in your disguise
I was reading through your dead eyes
Now I don’t even know what’s not mine
What’s not mine
What’s not mine
What’s not mine
What’s not mine