You do not when I do
You dream a place to kill into
You fall down
Scratch your eye
You float in some earthen sky
This is not the place where you are
You are not your face but you think you are
Come into this space
For a little while
You cannot erase your mouth
Grab a piece of quiet while you can
And hide out with wings of rubber bands
Take yourself to live in Brooklyn
You can cook
And we can find out why
The salt
It never runs short
You are not your face but you think you are
You are not your face but you think you are
You are not your face but you think you are