you're restless

I've seen your withered eyes get even duller and crunchier under sunlight like this. I'm really sorry about that. Claim your social security backwards and maybe you'll be my baby again. Maybe you'll get watered then.


I've seen toes like yours curl before. What you need is a tongue. I'm really sorry about this. Drown your thoughts in something lacy. Maybe you'll be my baby again. Maybe you'll matter then.


I've seen severed highways slow and thin in your arms. I'm really sorry about that. Pose a patented gunner against your wrist and maybe you'll be my baby again. Maybe you'll fly higher then.


I've seen teeth like your hunger for something more. What you need is a trick. I'm really sorry about this. Frame your crane of a neck in a leather bound noose. Maybe you'll be my baby then. Maybe you'll feel better then.