In a white-wall-bedroom a slow asleep He’ll break a pill into a thousand puzzle piece Drink up the spare change Mute that golden drone
Demolition mind Packing peanuts by the side of the road Found a stale device A world to make you more alone
It’s the Montana drive where you once lived By the sea All the kids you thought had bigger eyes Consumed by schemes
It’s a part you play A movie from the seventies When you dreamt bad luck The sickness kept me company I’m trying to be In the myth and in the thrill In a sharp malaise The shrillness of a life so still