Came to me on icebergs and bonded cell ties
and write up these letters to question your reasons
for coming and leaving to carry the summer
in allies and basements you washed yourself clean
My sockets are swimming, my sockets are empty
Came to me in paintings that highlight the sun
it branded the concept of living and lying
to forgive the layout and rewrite the history
a four sided story, a moundbuilders dream
The claim that wire had covered your heart
and the claim that water had entered your lungs
they called you a martyr, and they cut off your ties to the city
they called you a traitor, and they cut off your ties to the south