You calloused your skin Purposeful And you swallow your voice And you swallow your protest And you swallow your blood
Street cleaner jumped the curb Started buffing the sidewalk Tore up the road verge Displacing a mess of the earth It left worse than before
Went searching for suitable strata To bury your body cozy and close, Decompose to eternally better view
I regret that it wasn't much use I regret not all that I said, But what I said that wasn't to you I regret it's all I can do
I guess there's something off about What's underneath us, I don't know I guess there's something else I could have done or left alone I guess there was some surface that We left perfectly still and when You saw our odd reflection, I guess that was the hardest part, I don't know