I won't wait for yesterday
And all her pinky promises
Of tomorrow
Of tomorrow
Of tomorrow

Force-feed me more pages of
Ripple word puddle diaries
Toss chum in my nauseating
Nostalgia for the sharks of my regret
To tear apart piece by piece

Autumn leaves leave a trace
The tree I used to be
Seesaws and stray dogs
That look like me
(We're pulling teeth)
(WE'RE PULLING TEETH)

Why do we use our mouths to smile?

Under lampposts
I glow orange
Walking home
Every night
Every night
I LAY DOWN
MY ANTLERS
BEFORE
YOUR
HEADLIGHTS