Early Birthday

Shrouded in snow pale as the morning star

your little flesh scarf sewn by your belly's arms

your boiling brain and the stove of your art

bubbling over bshrouded in snow pale as the morning

star

your little flesh scarf sewn by your belly's arms

your boiling brain and the stove of your art

bubbling over black on the shattered glass

We all have time! i doubt it

you'll be just fine! i doubt it

suspended in amber, surrounded

by the lives you never wanted but you lost

It's what it is

that's what it is

it's what it is

little membrane between the things we've been

Shivering cold, upright and frightened dumb

the pulp and wet fruit slip as your fingers numb

no design in the rope just a shriek and a moan

disembodied prayers for a life alonelack on the

shattered glass

We all have time! i doubt it

you'll be just fine! i doubt it

suspended in amber, surrounded

by the lives you never wanted but you lost

it's what it is

that's what it is

it's what it is

little membrane between the things we've been

Shivering cold, upright and frightened dumb

the pulp and wet fruit slip as your fingers numb

no design in the rope just a shriek and a moan

disembodied prayers for a life alone