fish swimming upstream, fish swimming upstream, fish 
swim up stream. all that i could say, all that i could 
say was i'm sorry for feeling lifted up by all of these 
insides full of all this reason left to decimate. worms 
will crawl and squirm with all the sounds we'd make. i 
could try and reason with the passionate, the bold 
mistakes. are you in or are you out? are you in or are 
you down to get a fucking twenty and just drive for a 
while? it seems, at least i hope it does, that you 
would rather be here than among another swarm of bees 
in the crowd. you have a certain look that just breeds 
infatuation. oh! brave me, oh, woe is me: i can not 
find the words to spare. i've learned to sit and 
breathe with time but time still chooses to embarrass 
me. i got a taste, a taste of the wooden life but i'm 
not going back for more. it starts to fade when it's 
shown in a certain light so i re-request the world 
again. i know a kid, a kid and i think he died. you are 
a city with your buildings rebuilt each night. what 
crosses lie here? i'll sweep the floor. what houses 
here need fixing up? i will admit it, i'm a little bit 
late. i'll take the west wall out tonight. i think you 
look just like a season in this light. all the spaces 
filled with backburn cases, i want to crack them all: 
one) my voice was shaking on the phone – hello! i swear 
you're not alone. two) i'm sure you'll make it home 
just fine – you're smart and good friends with the 
night. i'd call you just to hear your voice. it makes 
my toes start tingling, it makes my hands start drawing 
shapes, it makes me smell like fruits and grass. oh, 
criminal, you have stolen what i left behind all the 
racks, where i thought it safely kept. oh, you are 
warm, even when your hands are frozen cold. oh, i don't 
mind what you've done wrong in your life.