I am reconciling my nature,
wishing I was walking with my neck,
beveled glass and song,
my voice hurts.
My collar bone
isn't as sexy as
your collar bone,
keep your confidence.
Eyes are quick to quit,
don't it always seem
to go to hand collapsed,
and we still know now.
Say what it is,
say how it is
with that airplane layover shit,
it is so impossible like love.