I talked to this city

From the cracks we all fell through

It had nothing to say and so I stayed

This will be my rebutle

With open mouths and empty spoons

With class in evenings and afternoons

I talked to the right people

From the years we all fell through

They had much to say and so I left

This will be my rebutle

The ways we bend untill we break

We're breaking down

The ways we mold untill we fit

It never fit

This puzzle piece

It never fit

So sand edges and force fixture

Had much to say and so I stayed this will be my rebutle