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I’m afraid if I touch you, you might fall away into a sleep
And dream of nothing- monotones and static mouths
Needles stuck in my flesh and holes with jewelry in them
There was a girl outside my car today holding up a sign
She said she’d work for food and I thought about taking her home with me
And polish up her eyes and share half my meal
But I just kept driving, and I know she cried

If I put anything on paper, it just crumbles up, its shit
It lands in the garbage can with all those notes I wrote you
A year or two ago, I cant even recognize her now
She wears my name on her necklace, yet still in my eye she’s unidentifiable
A glass, oh just a glass, my mother can pour it for you
She can smile with her mouth and keep her eyes just as sad as mine
Meanwhile the bugs are crawling in my cuts and disinfectant isn’t cleaning
Its just burning brains with chemicals and the smell that reminds me of a future
Where our syllables draw out and you can paint them as a constellation
In an eye, an eye, pinhead pupils won’t help her see when the sun dies

Oh, my friends are getting smaller, soon they will disappear
A mysterious disease that no medicines can cure
I’ve got the itch across my legs, sometimes it looks like tiger stripes
That’s when I pretend I’m stronger than who I am
And open my eyes in the morning to wonder how many seconds of the day I’m wasting
Thinking about cracking, swollen shoulder blades
And all the empty people that only scream in the dark room
Because no one can see them but glazed photographed faces
I wrap up in myself and know I’m not strong enough for me
I’m not that girl in the playpen, the girl lost in an imagination
In myself, I am alone.