And you're down
For the count
You are dancing with men

Going 'round and around
And you're scared
And you're sure

That your spine will dissolve
You will fall to the floor
You will take

What you need
And the headaches will come
But at least you can breathe

There's the smoke
Fills your lungs
We will wait for the day

We'll rejoice when it comes

On your birthday

You woke up
The snow was on the ground
You opened books and peeked inside

They kissed you on your crown

With pins in

Your fingers
You held yourself up high
The picture peeled the person

They let themselves divide

You arrive

At the place
It is not what you want
But it is what you chase

So you don't
Have to hold
All of the candles that burn on their own

You will steal
All the smells
That cut through your nose

And excite all your cells
When it's time
To escape

You realize you've waited until it's too late

But your birthday

Inflated
The bones with which you creep
They stole your shoes and brought you to

The caverns of their teeth

You pleaded,

"Oh kind sir,
Please let me say goodbye"
Your soul ripped from your stomach

You gave an awful cry
A cry
A cry

A cry

And when I have died

Will you use my spine
To swing from tree to tree in search of
Places pleasing to the eye


And when I have died
Will you use my spine

To swing from tree to tree in search of
Places pleasing to the eye


And when I have died
Will you use my spine
To swing from tree to tree in search of

Places pleasing to the eye

I said

"I'm sorry, dear"
I said
"I'm sorry, dear"
But you don't listen


No you don't listen
You silly little girl