City patches

Fault-line passes

Painless masses

Cataclysmic force

Forward

I am the horse

They ride on

I'm the only problem

I'm the motor force

I'm at the pike

I'm only archiving

Forward

I kick my leg

It's kinda going numb

I hold the masses

In my shaky palm

I just wanna be

Backseat of another taxi

Making out

Holly wrapped around my neck

Shirleys at your feet

Ohh, oh

I can't recognize

Ask an 8 ball

What to litter around my page

Guesswork

Head of smoke

She spoke

Like tinder

Step to my clock

Separate from the rest

Find another shallow covе we'll hide away

And empty out our cosmic sockеts