Perfect Light
All my friends are
Building monuments
I am learning to
Spell the alphabet
Perfect Light is a terrible thing to waste
But I’ve got concrete to my waist
On the way home
Neon overhead
Legs stretched out
With an open book
Ring the bell by pulling on the string

When your back is to me
Its easy to spell

When your back is to me
Its easy to spell

Crush quick love slow
Streets slick blood flow
Death by samurai
Notes sent not signed
Past left sail right
Slow fade sleep tight
Spit shine try again
Chest split skin smooth

Wipe the wet from my eyes
Lotion on my elbows

Say nothing
Change everything

Say nothing
Change everything

Say nothing
Change everything