Came to me on icebergs and bonded cell ties

and write up these letters to question your reasons 

for coming and leaving to carry the summer

in allies and basements you washed yourself clean

My sockets are swimming, my sockets are empty

Came to me in paintings that highlight the sun

it branded the concept of living and lying

to forgive the layout and rewrite the history

a four sided story, a moundbuilders dream

The claim that wire had covered your heart

and the claim that water had entered your lungs

they called you a martyr, and they cut off your ties to the city

they called you a traitor, and they cut off your ties to the south