Teardrop (by Massive Attack)
The way you pursed your lips when I left...

Ladybirds tiptoe
my fortune-wrinkled palm trails...

Hello, everyone.
You can call me Charlie...

I feel like being the distraction
keeping you up nights, vow...

Glazing at the nail-hard rain
from the front seat of my comatose...

There is something I cannot mistake in
the sentimental shimmer of four walls...

West
It was the dust-clouded, sunset-orange...

This disposable camera
is ours, as long as it lasts...

Back down South, where you grew up on Bible
and cattle ranching was where we were at our best...

Be, be my side - just
strum my fingertips...

I caught my poetry late at night
admiring himself in the bathroom mirror...

You said I was becomming stuck,
or unstuck, or a reflection...