they are watching me, they are watching me, they are watching me

there was a certain fissure to your voice today i don't know what happened, something new that it took on someone else's tone

what is your name? who are you?

i was walking out and about when i felt this wave of sadness partake its seat within my gut

i spoke with a gent the night afore last,  at some bygone hour in a saloon called Katz's

succeed, thrive,  prosper prosper.

I will paint your eyes, but you will wish I hadn’t

a string of light grazed my hand it was when I said no to a friend

i know your limbs are weak i can see you trying to pull yourself up