Matchsticks #2 Lyrics

I hadn't been invisible

Except in obese, hourglass cities

Miniaturized by the verticality

The knots in your locks make freighters for deficiencies

Cowardly and hungry

Merging our saliva like symphonies

Backwards orchestration

A prankster with porous bliss and circuitry

If these are the two only constants

Consider me condemned

To miraculous, belated confessions, voracious surrender

Matchsticks line my pillows

All I've been having is nightmares

For years now and it's almost certain

I'm insane and compounded

There's no more time we have to be passing

There's no more time we have to be passing

There's no more time we have to be passing

Crying in the bosom of a stranger

Calves tight from dancing and derangement

Adoration is enjoying the exteriority and strangeness

Sensational feeling that I am not this person

Possessed by multitudes

Shortcomings, sanctioning, the limits of solitude

That I had grown fond of

This abrasive, effervescent process

That call me off this island