Laura Stevenson & The Cans Nervous Rex
All the blips of the sinking ships are all sinking in to
your skin- and i'm getting older as my hair goes white
and i can not light up the dark. and all the violent
waves- the violent waves. i haven't left the house in 100
years- and you haven't left yours in 100 hours- and we
can't keep our hands out of our own mouths- see the
horrible habits we acquire. and all the rawest thumbs-
from gnawing on them and rowing hard- you're a nervous
wreck- i'm a nervous wreck- you're a nervous wreck. and
oh my stomach burns but only at night when the moon is
bright- and i have dreams about bears with the reddest
mouths but your arms are warm and your legs are wrapped
around. and the sound of your heart- the unsteady sound-
i will slow it down.
