you have the weight of dandelions you have the weight of cowardly lions i'm not gonna make demands i'm not gonna make demands you are so wise you are working the light do you know your own history? what threads you pulled out of me? well, can you put me back into solids? can you fuck me back into solids? is that your seismograph? is that your seismograph? how much did we move? how much did we move? did we move? did we move? did we move?

every time i go outside i mute the world i close my eyes and walk right into folks i meet and we say, we say, "sorry, sorry" we say, we say, "sorry, sorry i've been too long inside this city sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry i didn't mean to interact with you. i didn't mean to make you think i wanted to." let's just forget we ever met go back to living in our own heads i promise i won't go outside again again, again, again so sorry, sorry city we say it though its lost its meaning sorry, sorry, sorry city we say it til it loses meaning

sew a song for my sister so we survived another winter we don't have to talk about that night i held your hand, you lost your light bones break in the same place bodies unravel & embrace we walk together, though apart i can hear her in my heart hide away from the thunder so we survive another summer we don't have to talk about that night you held my hand, i lost my light

there was a bad moon hanging over me when i was asleep i couldn't even dream except to see long lengths of trees wrapped around me, bloody, at best when i awoke, my wrists they spoke of hidden wars in my head looked for a latch to push it back maybe in you i found that there was a bad sun, got in my lungs i coughed it up til it got dark i closed my eyes again that night saw tiny lights blink off and on wanted to be like those light beams that travelled down from the sky but i am here going nowhere i am lost, lost, lost in the feedback i am lost in the feedback i am lost in the feedback i am lost in the feedback what's an experience? how do i know if i've had one? what's an experience? how do i know if i've had one? what's an experience? how do i know if i've had one? what's an experience? how do i know if i've had one? maybe i won't go anywhere who cares, not even me i haven't time to divine i'm too occupied with just staying alive but to survive i must invite the endless night into my room and hold it close, though i don't know if what it sings in my ear is enough all that i know is singing slows the thoughts that go 'round in my head like: how do we fix any of this when we admit we're complicit? well, i am, too, what can we do except kill time til it's too late? but is it good to burn the wood while for the end we wait? hope is hard to have now, hit reset. hope is hard to have now, hit reset. hit reset. hit reset. hit reset. hit reset.

we escaped ran away home became wherever we lay