In a chalk dotted line 

Draw a kid, left behind 

Severed limbs in harmony 

Strumming from a few good deeds



Carry it to survive 

To a bed half alive 

Held before a dozen times 

Deep inside a funeral for a friend



Runs in portions like film clips

Run, run 

Rundown the list 

The memoirist 

Like kindling 

Burn, burn, burn, burn down

 

I will stay inside 

The saved 

It's a good mourning 

They will ignite you 

The doomed

I will write for you 



Of a boy, damaged goods 

Of a bench, understood 

For a spell, the soul resides 

In a yellow chalk outline

 

Carry on the camel's back 

Have another heart attack 

To the cure I would drive 

Played that scene a hundred times to date

 

Today's ambition, to relate 

In a sustaining saccharine state 

Impart the burden and get well 

It's what everyone's trying to sell

 

Anything you want to be

Weigh the screenplay and revise 

Warp, warp, warp with the contortionist 

So hopelessly ill-fated everyday

 

He will stay inside

The doomed

It's a good mourning to loom 

They will inspire him 

The saved Innocently filling graves