This Won’t Come Back

Chalk it all up to the grind
You've lost all of your senses
Nothing you've had all the time
The winds are always combing-
Through your majorie climbs
Apparent, clovered danger
Cloaked by the seems of the night are
Woven threads of hunger
You and I are no safer here
Than we were when we met
And everyone's made out to see
A version shared but unlike you
I am adapting to me
There's only so much one can take !
We're all fragments
In need of replicating structure
Lights on, there's nothing to be !
The room is not much bigger than
The space in your dreams
The walls smell so much stranger
Nothing compared to what's in me
You and I ain't no safer here
Than we were when we met
Oh is for the
Cranking sun still set
I'm flipping every beetle
Going to the gate of every dog
Sitting oh so often
Looking up above as it goes off
Wait around
Big things shake
So uptight
Left to make

And it's a Jig-a-Low, Jug-a-Lug
Jig-a-Low, Chug-a-Lug Band
And they're playing a a Jig-a-Low, Jug-a-Lug
Jig-a-Low, Jug-a-Long Jam
And your the bric-a-brac, tally whack
Whizz-whoppin' bell of the ball (don't fall)
And it's a whizz-wally, wham-molly-moon
Wally-waltz through the fall
Is everyone in the dark
To who you were and to what you truly are?
Are all your friends in your skin
As you let them all race your brand new binge
All the ducks are away
So lets enjoy your new found sense of strange
Oh so low

Hold on to the slice of dream you crave
A tipsy warning leaves you afraid
A lurking figure draws you deeper
Oh so slowly, as it changes layers
Then, so sharply goes bold
All her features unfold
Do believe you look sad
Only much so laugh