I used to wake up with a splinter in my chest
And I could pull it out but I'd bleed out instead
Because every step I took was a sin
Ever since I left the fourth grade
I could never pride myself with west winds
Or beacons
So let's drive downtown, Phillips highway
And lose our strength to speak
Let's drive over all the bridges
And talk about all the fishes beneath
Let's write stupid poems about the
Mindless affection between our lips
And let's cry to the same romantic songs
And be ashamed of ourselves
Within the margins of these pages
Footnotes of your secret language
Beget my conscience, keep my secrets
I feel safe when there's no image
My infatuations are to surmount
I can't look in your eyes when you're reading my mouth
And if I'd hold you only one time
Then you'd hope that I'm sane when you look in my eyes
And if I'd bore you with all my talk
You'd not hitch my drive home, you'd just rather walk
Alone away from all my depravity
And laugh it off with all your friends, just rather silly