spring cleaninggg

scream out to the valley that things are fucked and unfair

poking burn spots with the fag against my ingrown hairs

in-between the sealed up cuts on my arms that start to glow red as my body starts to rise in temperature

strike like matches

you can wake up early in the morning when

you have a good reason to need to

the landscape scales steeply, with it's contours holding it's insides like an empty bowl

the hill is too sloped to jump off of

reminds me of back home

take too many parts apart, have to reattach a few

come back home to the last night I spend with you

your things are being put in a box

and your things will be moving in soon

too many things being taken out

too much things moved to one room

the death stairs eyes it's next victim

the flowers coming into bloom

about twenty or so days until I see you

days getting longer, things not getting any worse

things not getting any better. things not getting less hurt

thistles caressing my legs, sun missing my eyes

god knows god knows god knows I've tried, I've tried, I've tried

(blown out recording, gain too high)

stand up straight, you can see the flat leaning

day breaking, spring cleaning