Feel my arms, I’m not squawking
Watch the man kick on the throne
No one near, there’s no talking
But I don’t think I feel alone
The bed and the bookshelf
Carpet, paws to the right
Interrogated self for ten years and three nights
I hear it with my eyes
and can’t believe that that leaked from my mind
Turns out it’s alright.
That dress is still watching.
Catches me at interesting intersections of life.
Getting up now.
He’s back to seeing everything.
Three arms, kicking, seeing everything.
I hear it with my eyes.
Can’t believe that that leaked from this mind.
Turns out we’re alright.
He’s still watching it all.
Three arms, kicking.