Hey baby, Alice is home
She's so dry she could catch fire
The colours on the TV are tired
The voice on the radio higher
Bored, bored and boring again
Itching like she could grow wings
The cat smiles disembodied
One wave of it's tail stings
You paint me so faceless
Ignorance is contagious
Attractive hand of the dying
You spit your cold pity
Like folded rainbows at me
So ugly
Souls of the crying
The world is shrinking again
Don't mock- you can eat me
The swim is long and lucid
To float with the tide is easy