Gates

i heat water from the faucet
brought it out
closing out the children’s choir
mmhmhm
echos through the corridor
ahaaha
ripping up the carpet
somday let me hide once more
i know every shape of the bathrom flore
froze my feet on the tildes
still the marry sleeps deep in my spine
will you be gone
gone from me
sky will take you back to where you belong
under the sun
underneath the coberd
its all runing wild
silverware
save me from
said i wuold not missbehave
I really
will you be gone
gone from me
sky will take you back to where you belong
under the sun
underneath the coberd