You're begging me
to throw up all my beliefs...

I can't sleep,
so I can't dream...

It gets a little dark sometimes.
We get a little lost sometimes...

Cut the tassles
and the hearstrings...

You're a line
and I'm a string...

The window's open so I can feel the stars
and I wonder if you see them...

I'm at a standoff with God,
choosing not to believe a lesson...

The ceiling fan that I don't have
is sh-sh-shushing confessions from...

My heart shimmered into a thousand pieces
and sparkled like the sun...

I wrap myself in a dark embrace
in hopes that that panic will subside...

Those three unsaid words
crash like thundering bells...

Grass green and magenta were
ugly colours for an ugly penguin...