Mt. Yellow
When faces under flesh burst through
They trace patterns left by others
My subdermal parasites kiss
The cheeks of new lovers
Follow the template to be numb until
Cogs in my brain have rusted
Pills and my fathers whisky to
Leave the teeth plaque-encrusted
Suddenly I'm on the back porch
Surrounded by a mandala of cigarettes
The soothed hungover mornings
Crickets chirp, time to catch our breath
Sometimes I still lust after
This medicated complacency, I wanna
Spring up from the Earth and
Travel space aimlessly
Sometimes I still lust after
This medicated complacency, I wanna
Spring up from the Earth and
Travel space aimlessly
Writer/s: Total Wife
