passed out in my wasted tights
neon green liner breeds outside the lines
fresh bruises waste time

faulty beacons a constant rhyme
airplanes pass overhead, stealing people
operations with complications
situations and interrogations
lengthy questions with short answers
our tapestry ignored
pull apart, open heart surgery
insert yourself and stamp 'here forever'
pretty pink ink left with clarity
curiosity murdered any faith
spontaneity left me with cravings
pavement an only comfort
this tuft, my dirty friend of weed
rest our humble head of cotton candy
weakened seam: painful as hell