Are you still obsessed with the weather
With white elephants and with ancient words
Are you serving your meals in a suitcase
You prefer to be juggling with herbs
And you brush your teeth
About five times a day
And you shine all your shoes
In a quiet precise way
You are sewing some good friends with blue needles
As a patchwork of all that you have done
For the first time this feels like the last time
Watching the invisible wounds
And you ride your bike
Until the break of the dawn
Would you spend all your savings on
Another brand new home
You are chain smoking thoughts
You are a chain smoking thought
You are chain smoking thoughts
You are a chain smoking thought