Texty:
Cara Beth Satalino

i'm pacing circles in my living room you disappear and a could of smoke left leaking through the cracks of the old shutters i let you slip down the drainpipe

dark colors attract like, like fly paper heat moves in the veins through the blood and the veins in the bloodstream and we wonder where it lives and wonder

smiling sunshine, pass the days by kicking cans in my backyard blue balloons and yellow bellies throwing stones at sunken cars we get home we smell like

I am bending these spoons in the back room you know i do my best to make you proud shifting in my shell, i've been better but oh well it's easy to get