If your words were to run away
I'd circle everything you say
And point the bubble back towards your mouth
Photographs and photosynthesis
Everything's to blame for all of this
Beauty lies and so does everyone else
Just like you
I can see my veins right through my skin
They are bluey-green and branch right off
Like those little floating highways
And the roadmapped river
Nervous systems make me nervous
Especially now that they've hurt us
Lying still I feel this silence stir
And if your mind was to duplicate itself
Slowly grow into an ocean
Would you reabsorb and let the current pull you in
I can feel my lungs fill full with air
They are pinkish-red and branch right out
Like the tracks in the subways
Or the horns of the caribou
Yeah yeah yeah yeah