Math Won't Miss You - Discount

The weapon is not your out all

Loaded and wanting to

Unload ammunition, shotgun definition of you

Passing out holes unaccidental

Easier sold than set upon

With a fever your sense of direction saturates into the parade

Tightrope and so on the wanting edge

Get rid of some excess excess red

And your dead batteries

Scrub all the carpets

Turn over mattress

Burn all your outfits

Draw drape the windows

No more adults no more show

No more arrest

No more business go home no more

Hands like traffic static

Like they ripped your lips off and you can’t say a word

Tightrope and so on the wanting edge

Get rid of some excess excess red

And your dead batteries

Shoving into

Shadows into

Being the spy

Blowing smoke on the flowers

They take your spine every time

When it’s all blown over wil you be the revolver and count your cards

Lost all you had when you started doing math on your arms