tear the corners off your 20 dollar bills and paste them to the swimmers shoulders
save your spilling, shorthand and black thread
my side was aching low, we're idiots again

comfort's made of glass
all along the fault
ripe enough to rain
mercy waits to let you lie

it's not far to lean
just enough to speed
curb, hit running warm
too close to ever see

waiting station reds, shift down into clear
shake the lead off your hands
sawdust mouthing, roman axes way
tender crazed, the storm rolls down your spine

comfort's made a mess
all along the fault
ripe enough to rain
mercy waits to let you lie

it's not far to lean
just enough to speed
curb, hit running warm
too close to ever see