You could be encrypted forever with a circling corp
that you can't cover up like cheap luck
cause we're all wired like that
you're a virgin to every version of yourself
walk beside them
spewing out cries on your clothes
wearing a flak with your wedding ring
let it water your eye,
let it water your eye and make,
make,
make,
make
you're piercing keyholes in the wall and waiting
for the bleakest spring to seamlessly pass by
something that you didn't cause but left for you to dissolve
now loom like a call that never comes
stray those paths right into their roots
it's the space in between that's out of view but not invisible
like waking after a long sleep like
an arm retreating into a tight sleep
sure it is a stain, it's undeniable
it's just like a tape,
the stain is forever losing
think the present time is a very strange thing
you know, you know it's never the same again
as close by as where the train crashed at night
it's the gateway drug to the underground
but you have friends sticking around,
hanging all the time
just like you, they're never dating anyone
stray those paths right into their roots