"Words Out The Pores"
Phrase me, after it's been shredded
Shred, a tiny taste of dry
Dry, eyes after they wet rapid thought
Thought, strips me of normal, where did I go?
Go...because when you want to take him slowly
slowly is not the pace this world yells at me
Me, just a faded kite, flying by the leader
Leader to the inside, discuss the road to get there
There, where warm is tied up tight
Tight, the pull on my hair
Hair, it likes to spill onto the sheets and linger
Linger, all the weight of you and I, floating
Float, how my soul travels...in, out, around
Around...going through is out of the question
Question? Just ask the eyes