In my bones, I feel dumb

In my head, I feel lungs breathe in the atmosphere

I wanna go where the clouds are born

I wanna see your head adorned with telephone cords

Sailboat atop the ocean

I wanna swim in your motions

I wanna swallow you whole

I wanna go where the light is clean

Where all the stars cut into me and make me something else

'Cause you are a sailboat, and I am a cloud

And you are a lighthouse, and I am a town

And you are a planet, and I'm grass on the ground

And you are nothing, and I am your sound

I'll become the ground with tears in its eyes

I wanna pull a pit from inside its fleshy sweet soul

I saw you there, you hung from the sky

By a noose of turpentine

And golden yellow wool

I don't mind the things in your ribs

You are full of gardens

And of blooming angel dust

How does it feel up in the sky

I hope you feel alive

I know you're happy there

'Cause you are a sailboat, and I am a cloud

And you are a lighthouse, and I am a town

And you are a planet, and I'm grass on the ground

And you are nothing, and I am your sound

I wanna be lonely and stumble around

Inside the graveyard and under your crown

I wanna go somewhere I can't be found

Enroached with the sunlight that's under your gown

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

And I will never be at home

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