(Underground)

I'll be quiet like my home (sleep sound while you're tread upon). "Staggering," burn it to the ground. you were right (bound to fall). I will count every single day where the things that you had to do, the people you have use (picket sign) find that they may confuse the ones who seldom move and how you'd never leave reclusion alone. "Staggering," burn it to the ground. I don't want to know about my sky's baby blue shade. Down (undergound) now that all is so quiet (sleep sound while you're tread upon) I dance and bathe down (underground) now that the gardens are cold and the lone tree is cut down (underground) now as if you weren't adored(.) you leave this place, my life, this earth. And I'm not the kind to write you, though I think I wrote before about some feelings, perhaps anguish, or how I didn't feel alone, it reads: "I felt you right there with me and together we felt them," this here phenomenon experienced in the confines of my home. Over-analytic side, the things we never feel contempt for, how I see you in my car when there's no one else around (there is no one else around only when I get scared). There, you are smiling like there's something on your mind, the fact this scene is out of a film's, its superfluities rise to greet us (I don't want to know!) Next slide please, watch as I seat another, a real go-getter. I will go get her. I felt as if I were a child that night I watched her dance, sitting on your basement floor, eyes and ears growing in the way the puppet's nose did. Tell me lies. Tell me lies like handkerchiefs out your sleeve. May you please just take your mask off, I don't feel as if you're that lost. Pick signs, let's burn them to the ground. I don't know why I am undergound.