SATURN SEX

What did you do
Who is that tongue based with all the money
What would you give for
The shot to tamper with some one’s “mindness”
No wonder you got no faith
Quarter little man windshield pockets
You got an edge on the simple things
Not so much on what it is that matters

You bring the rain
Gripping the rest
Taking our shelter
Can’t feel the same
Your goal was never to protect us
November pains
Having us fight one another
About what words
We can give up
Or if they are enough

I’m reaching for the feathers
You're preaching to the others
I’m reaching for the feathers
You're preaching to the others