Honorary Title Dilute
The island, so small and desolate,
the highway stretch towards nothingness
the weeds infest our front lawn the picketfence
Impales the sun that silouettes
on the houses, dressed up in illumous
And the softest part of
your flesh helps my body
ingest sleep in the dead of the summer
I will pretend that you won't be gone
distance dilutes and rewrites, it rewrites
I will pretend that you won't be gone
distance dilutes and rewrites this song
But i keep asking you to tell me what is wrong
and you, you just tell me that it's nothing at all
but in your helplessness i can see
you know i can see
