Digging Up Worms

Summer's here and this house is a balloon
Some island I fear, some faraway corner of a room
Some blind bridge between two empty bellies
Someone to love and hate, someone beyond luck and mistakes
Isn’t this great- all the muscle it must take
To validate your pain
Like digging up worms

Summer's here and this house is a balloon
Some island I fear, some faraway corner of a room
This effort to be alive, some common goal
Some common drive, driving round and round
Late at night
Nice, isn't this nice-
Some comfort in blindness
Some kind of kindred hate
We’ll all be extinct- and I'm digging up worms
Plowing flat earth

Last night I went on a walk
To free my self from myself
And every step in the dark
Just led from where to where else
This glorified center of the world
And some overstated math says
Good good good
Good good good
Good good good
Good good good
Good

I just want to tell you that I love you
The way that all the clouds tell me its cloudy
The same way all the rain tells me its wet
Just like how the bloom tells me its spring
It may be May again
And again