You press reverse in the hearse to go back to before you cursed
at the bomb that erased you, of course you didn't want it too.
To eat the prickly puzzle piece that wore its hat around its feet
and funneled it into your mouth before the route that it took out.
You got it
___ is waiting there because there is nothing else to do
standing on the nails that pushed all the stale water through
and the pun that the gun spun out was sewn right into you
so tight that it almost seemed as though it was lose
but this case which was displaced then disappeared without a trace
miracles are falling fast and you didn't even have to ask
before one came through and hit you with a fever that burned new
and all the clarity you see froze solid eternity.
your favorite word and it's absurd though you sing it so sure and firm
in a tenor telling voice that sings out "you have no choice"
but to stand there in the light that seems to sever in half the night
and believe in what you see as though it is real and it's for free
but then the salt air makes it worse and your callous cold lips want to burst
your eloquence speaks so slow that it talks itself hoarse
and the delivery, it has been brought, and it's truer than you ever thought
you must know that there is no other way that could ever make these ramblers stay
of course the dream that swallows your mind is the mean and hurtful kind
the penance that you try to give is made of seashell ornaments
and the portrait of the shaking quake is just some ink on paper drawn on a train
and the fear that rings clear is not even really here
but it is an invention that will twist you up and tie you taught into a knot
of course the fear that marks your mind is the mean and hurtful kind
and there is no other way that we could live
trying to sail this sinking ship
you press reverse in the hearse and go back to before you cursed.