Come right back
Buy all that they have
Convenient disguise
We distantly laugh
You are eleven
1997
God is implicit
Your luck is consistent


And no I can not see into the future
No, I cannot breathe underwater
Bit your last word, I call out to you
This place is vile, and I'm vile too


My gallant father
Vomit and water
We're not alone here
We invent our own fear
And separately we will see
Chaos, condolence, defeat


And now in this place
You talk to my shell
You keep double wides
You dream in motels
And my words are ugly
And you can't discern me
God's buried under
Your damaged wonder

And no I cannot see into the future
No, I cannot breathe underwater
With sabers and sticks, we'll run to our peace
Kept undisclosed and told of a memory

And in this dejection, lives a connection
Tattoo your vain silence
And all my resistance
We'll cut our hands agape and manifest
Compassion we'll lose with time and test