Inside (Disintegration Enim) Lyrics

The swing behind JJ's off of old Montgomery with weed we bought at school.

I still see you pushing, if ever so inviting, smiling miles wide.

The golden rod the backdrop, parroting my Mother, 'time for dinner, dears'

From the kitchen window, the panic now is pulsing

"Everyone outside; inside!"

This disintegrating picture, blurry on that swing set, your mousey hair in vines.

In Sadie Knox I'm sitting, first stop from your funeral, the plastic slide is gone.

30 years behind us, your killer was a cancer, a viking buying time.

All these new buildings taking up your space here, taking up our time.

I can't hear your voice, dear.

I can't see your hair, but I'll always have that time.

That's mine.