Choose which sarcophagus wants more to let me lie, as good as corpsicola
Like the good pocket calculator girls and I know I'll be closing my eyes and I can't even LEAVE
The trees are down. Garden social girls and all those white dresses
Grab me duplicitous and shake, in my needs on my face, obliteration science
I fear I won't escape. My blankets scream. I'm just trying to keep the fall outside
I feel the pull of the trees. Don't implore me to fall. I will, I will, I will
Math hotel, lock-box trophy case, unforgiving tile after tile. Bed or The Building?
Company of cotillions, forever examples of where I'd be better to be 2-D and invisible
I always wanted to be with these trees, these trees, these trees