Daikon Mouth To Skin
Sound corners the walls
couldn't you waste some more of our time
trying to break your fall
your mommy's a dead beat
riding your back seat
finally I'm incomplete
now, so close you could kiss
all of the emptiness inside that lead to this
and inside it's burning beneath
but your eyes are curtains and the windows are in your
teeth
your mommy's a dead beat
riding your back seat
finally I'm incomplete
sound, acting so withdrawn
as your sentences run on
finally it's all compete
I never would assume
that I could be like you
cutting shit from mouth to skin
just to shove it right back in
now you're still kissing your throne
but everybody thinks that everyone thinks they're alone.
