Like a Child Hiding Behind Your Tombstone

Drink seltzer smoke weed when you can't sleep.

Think about shooting birds,

everyone has got a violent streak.

I think my face looks like glass,

but my body feels plastic.Melt me into a bottle.

I wish that I was a baby sucking on myself.

Boogie down to the water.

I thought that maybe

I could be the lake's daughter.

Because I float like an infant inside of it,

weightless in the lake

It's got nothing to take from me.I feel like a child

hiding behind your tombstone.

But the graveyard's not lonely.

Plus, who doesn't love a good cemetery?I feel like a fetus.

Because my eyes are not open,

and I don't have fingernails.

Can't claw my way out of anyone, or anything.

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