cloudy with myopia to read the signs i nearly had to bump 
my nose lucky socks and lucky shoes on i drove past every 
home i knew in the locker room my lips were blue and 
laughter echoed from the pool and i could stare me 
down... wishing on a mystery polaroid in haze tears of 
boredom gave the world a sharper face will you hold my 
grudges while i wash my hands? they've lost their flavor 
for today though the albums are revisionist and i don't 
forward any male still they're stacking up somewhere, 
stubborn to fade a leaning tower, a piece of every mess 
i've made but keep the cameos out of this episode let 
rugs be lumpy, let my closet have a party for old bones 
with a life-size eraser i'm going over everyone with a 
life-size eraser i'm going over everyone's tongues