A Body

Standing on top of your car
I feel naked with my clothes on
I feel more high with my shoes off
I still cannot see the stars
It don't mean shit that i'm made of them

I find tiny things and make them giant
Everything explodes as i close my eyelids
I am not what you call me
I am not my body

Searching for cracks in the floor
Slip through the hole in your door
I scrawl my name in the ground
I pull my hair in and out
I watch my skin recompose
When i look closely it grows
Shapes the way i wasn't born
It curls up at the corners
Wasn't born, but was made
An unpredictable trade
Off the top my head it seems
But you refuse what it means

I find tiny things and i make them giant
Everything explodes as i close my eyelids
I am not what you call me
I am not my body

And it grows