look what we fell apart into
look what we brought the pardoned in to observe
the sacked city grids of ourselves
days of drinking by the river
counting stars off the spillins sir I don't
know where they went
there's still no evidence they were here
still no eloquence to revere
and when I finally wake the fuck up
what on earth will appear
days of thinking in music and song
years of rehearsing in dialogue
you'd think they'd' have left some stain
to show me which doors they left open
instead of all this loss without closure
and only in this does one wait
there's still no evidence they were here
still no eloquence to revere
and when I finally wake the fuck up
what on earth will appear
spare me the sad guy tune
spare me the buddha like moon
spare me the cocoon