Course in fable
Faked by still lightning
In search of able
Cut my hand
Trying to reach into
Low talk of
Heard the cross that you hung on had cable
Midweek adverts for joint pain undermine your salvation
Loose walk
When I wrote the song would breathe
It was the best I’d ever had
Jammed up on axis bent
Was the sidestep of relief
Blank and jotted
First wind of capture
I was learned in the back rooms
Of park facing housing
Ox marked
My lament and possibly rear view
Bottled in one parts friend
The other gold muse
Fuck truth
When I wrote the song would breathe
It was the best I’d ever had
Jammed up on axis bent
It was the sidestep of relief