LYRICS

Beds

I used to lie in a bed of stripes,
flat like the plywood, fingertips and palms to the sky,
I used to find words in vinyl stars,
they were pressed into the ceiling by the hands that I no longer have,
I used to lie under a quilted bed,
canopied and windowless, t-shirt fabric burying bones
it was the room with the paper walls
so lovingly assembled by the hands that we no longer have

every seven years is a new set of cells,  I heard that they cant come back back
every seven years is a new set of cells,
every seven years is a new set of cells, I heard that they cant come back back,
every seven years is a new set of cells,
 
I try to neatly fossilize every last bit of common ties,
but fibers fray when they’re stressed or just over-pressurized,
I doze under the deer, the saturn cycle nears,
ring around the coma, and suddenly neon lights appear,
cotton kamikaze insomniac south of 66,
I shot the sun with my .22 but i barely missed,

4 pillows facing east,
an extra gesture so my phantoms kindly rest in...

sing a sunken lullaby and kiss another year goodbye,
a third of every moment is delivered to the third eye,
waking on other side is measured by the number of the
quiet times we catalogued the touches of another spine
​...peace