Fish swimming upstream, fish swimming upstream, fish swim up stream. all that i could say, all that i could say was i’m sorry for feeling lifted up by all of these insides full of all this reason left to decimate. worms will crawl and squirm with all the sounds we’d make. i could try and reason with the passionate, the bold mistakes. are you in or are you out? are you in or are you down to get a fucking twenty and just drive for a while? it seems, at least i hope it does, that you would rather be here than among another swarm of bees in the crowd. you have a certain look that just breeds infatuation. oh! brave me, oh, woe is me: i can not find the words to spare. i’ve learned to sit and breathe with time but time still chooses to embarrass me. i got a taste, a taste of the wooden life but i’m not going back for more. it starts to fade when it’s shown in a certain light so i re-request the world again. i know a kid, a kid and i think he died. you are a city with your buildings rebuilt each night. what crosses lie here? i’ll sweep the floor. what houses here need fixing up? i will admit it, i’m a little bit late. i’ll take the west wall out tonight. i think you look just like a season in this light. all the spaces filled with backburn cases, i want to crack them all: one) my voice was shaking on the phone – hello! i swear you’re not alone. two) i’m sure you’ll make it home just fine – you’re smart and good friends with the night. i’d call you just to hear your voice. it makes my toes start tingling, it makes my hands start drawing shapes, it makes me smell like fruits and grass. oh, criminal, you have stolen what i left behind all the racks, where i thought it safely kept. oh, you are warm, even when your hands are frozen cold. oh, i don’t mind what you’ve done wrong in your life