I wish I had eyes
Of a frightened child
So someone would
Cover them for me
I'm so afraid of tomorrows


So at night I drink
Underneath a kitchen sink
And make sketches of wild horses
With rusted nails that I found
Upon the tiles
Is where I cry to the dead snails
I'm so afraid of tomorrows


I swear I would prefer
My brain to rot wild and free
With the moth eggs
Decayed frog legs
The skeletons of rose bouquets
I recall when I
Played the hero all the time
But these days have me scared
Like a whore in a church
I'm so afraid of tomorrows

Won't someone please stick these pins
In my eyes and begin
To sow them straight up for me
I'm so afraid of tomorrows
I'm so afraid of tomorrow