Say it,
Say it, better laugh it,
Better spill it, better drink it,
Fill it up, then suck it dry,
(smells like an apple)

“She’s a tendency to say things she doesn’t fully mean”
I’m poor I’m rich I’m happy I’m sad
I’m dazed I’m wired I’m melancholy
Just like the butterflies you keep shut up
In the closet, in the furnace, hidden in your dresser drawers
(tell her she’s tired, she’s glad to obey—
just don’t prick her finger, she’ll bleed all away)
My,
My job is to dust for fingerprints left by
An emotion related to Foreboding or Melancholy
My,
My job it simple

We’re not We
We’re Someone Else
Someone Else shattered my glass house
And Someone Else right now is bloody
(I shrugged and said “I guess so”
lord knows I wasn’t really guessing)
Tell her she’s a fragment of an imaginary gem
She’ll spill your words all over again
Let’s watch the rain play…

Let’s watch the rain play…