| Rickety, raggedy lost boy beating off |
| Laughing at his face in a spoon |
| Same lame gamers in your sister’s basement |
| Breaking ties with the animal world |
| An unspoken curse, but the pain is real |
| Your cousin and his girlfriend behind the wheel |
| Shatterproof glass on the passenger side |
| Covered in red in the moon’s blue light |
| On the curb with a blanket and your bloodshot eyes |
| Now you’re stepping in the river |
| In the waist-high water |
| Let the current take it all away |
| Radiant, traceless, clear, and empty |
| See the cheerleaders up on the rail |
| The beautiful sage of the anti-gods |
| Applies color to a press-on nail |
| The lights flash blue and red all night |
| Your cousin laid out under ghostly white |
| Empty bottle on the backseat floor |
| Filled with dreams from a forgotten shore |
| And your heart left open like a bedroom door |
| Now you’re stepping to the shoulder |
| And the wind blows colder |
| Let the current take it all away |
| Seas rise, soft and silent |
| Countries shed their garments |
| Love lies buried deeper |
| Deeper, deepest |
| Can you find me? |
| In the southern branch of the energy center |
| That resides within my throat |
| There’s a string bean, lost boy grinning sideways |
| Drowning in his coat |
| A blood filled skull and a curved knife |
| Held by his mother, daughter, lover, wife |
| Seen in a dream that’s half a life |
| That shatters as he wakes and he shakes his head |
| He knows star crossed lovers always wake up dead |
| But he feels the cold world just spinning instead |
| Now you’re stepping in the river |
| In the the waist-high water |
| Let the current take it all away |