she makes the sound of of the lake lapping against concrete
I am here to save the universe
don’t tell me how
but I will
your eyes they turn me
three points where two lines meet
couldn’t look you in the eye
oh my great idiot
I felt just the same, but brand new
And I do my best impression of weightlessness, now too
and anything you wrote I checked for codes and clues
it’s been hanging ’round for days
hangin’ out the 4th floor window
looking for Cindy
half of this and half of that
borrow the stilts of an old tragedy
don’t ask why
turn me onto phantom
where I’ve stood with many
Broken Home of Convention 
