Infinite
There's a fire in your Eichler
But the soul is fine
In a filmworld I can't exit
But the car is fine
And it's ghostly no one knows me
But the dead is trying
In a crawlspace I am misplaced
But the pipes are fine
So how do I select from the infinite
And so I looked at what I had just edited
And I killed it
If you sing a song about me
What kind of song would it be
Would it be about my mistakes
And who would care
When the lights come up
And you float in a brushstroke
Hang me by the neck
Writer/s: Researcher
