1800
Pick apart a peculiar scene,
Tensions of a nightmare dream,
Linens off the edge of the bed,
Pounds keep growing inside my head,
She was all they had to sin,
So I learned to feel inside within,
Hats off the neighbors’ house,
Respecting windows in smaller towns,
Lines hoof her hoops’ pressing feet,
Glazing her sheets by silently,
Watching her web spun movie themes,
The Dolby sound I hear her breathe,
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all,
Welcome tomorrow as ice unthaws,
Mouth of the lines covered in gold,
Accounts of her fog to fade the role,
She got numbers she got friends,
Sent by men of the establishment.
