vultures. when i was a kid i’d climb the branch down the block but i couldn’t find it anywhere so i forgot always in my thoughts in the cornstalks
and the cracks felt sick with imperfection the sidewalk’s remembering every single one all those rusted clocks twisted knots
gotta get away from what i couldn’t say to you my friend what i couldn’t say to my mother that i cried when papa passed i just break and then splinter like bad rain on your harbor
the always circling vulture
i’ve grown so tired of it
painted a picture in my mind you didn’t know my name i didn’t happen
you didn’t know my name we didn’t happen
