Fence pickets hugging the ground. I've got my fists full of snakes and I'm rattling now. It's warm and cold at the same time, but if my head is clear I know that I'll be fine. I have a terrible time being a good man, because my head is full of snakes and it's filling with sand. But I'll be fine. My hummingbird gone, my hummingbird gone south. I found a silver lining to this black-hearted track. (I survived the rain again.) I found the one who dropped it off and I gave it back. (Come see my new place in the heart of the city.) I said I love you and I miss you, I just can't say it yet. (There's no good air around here for me.) Because I'm too cold to even feel it yet. (Nobody is watching the rain consume their fire.) But I'll be fine