medley.

it's like freeways on the back of your arms.
morning rush hour on streets of filtered water.
we're learning how to float, we're learning science.
we're learning plenty of things we were never supposed to know.
but who's to say? who is talking?
they shut the barn doors, boarded them up.
so we would never have to smell defeat.
my nose is full of this world.
let's play store - i'll trade my sins for your grace.
though it was never really my choice.
it was an unsuspecting heartwake.
what a place; to never hate the weather.

& then she swallows.

there are parts of me that need fixing.