I act like a criminal
All my accidents are intentional
My words are way too influential
I’m too visual
But you already know
I think too much
Too cold to touch
You feel a rush
From the slightest brush
Of my shoulder
You feel the wrath of discomposure
The noise of a lawn mover
A breeze of a reef blower
Come here, come closer
There’s no need to be shy
Why do you think that birds fly?
To get away from their misery
To get out a cell of a penitentiary




Down in Tennessee
That means a lot to me
Please? Can you stay?
Remember all the words I’ve said today
Like birds they flock away