I’m in the middle of your waste basket
I’m on the side of your bed
I’m hung up in those wooden rafters
waiting to fucking crush your head
there i run with those tree spirits
clicking and clacking
drunk you lay beneath me, baby
your chest expanding and collapsing
and I miss you when my eyes flutter open
and I miss you when they won’t close at night
so I’ll hold my head under this bath water
and only then will I sort of fell alright









