spraypainted to life

If we sit in the rain,

it can't touch us.

We're taught to be threatened,

but it's beautiful.

And everyone that I meet, we resolve each others sleep,

"like telephone poles" you said, like bundles of recycled history instead.

Surrounded by puppet shows,

and dreams spraypainted to life.

then you see you limbs are firmly attached,

you are a lit match.

And everyone that I meet, we resolve each others sleep,

"like telephone poles" you said, like bundles of recycled history instead.

Waiting for you to arrive, sat on the porch frozen in mothlight.

is plummeting straight through the treetops at night, reminds me of how I'm alive.

days when the rooftops were clear, we'd sit on the grass, see through our ears,

all buzzing inside me was finally clear, how she would puncture the night.