Chavez Cold Joys
Pulled out alive
Picking out the ones I didn't want to care for
No more collections of salted confections
This is where it stops
They're on leash again
Burning through your afternoon
The new joys await you
Holding up the high sign
Shouting out the punchline
Burning through your afternoon
The cold joys await you
Now that I need more
Picked out all the ones I didn't want to care for
Spilled out on this floor
And this is a move that I am not prepared for
What did I stare for?
I did not think I'd be here
Beating out the dust from
A coat I manufactured
Where did I learn to make it?
Assaulted my confections
