that night when i lifted my head up & i was seeing what was trembling there on the edge of my restless eyelid on the tip of the horizon's lash on the lip of the collapsing letter in the lap of the confusing moon i'm reduced to an estranged illusion i'm consumed by all the shit in my room well & maybe i could pick my room up carve a path on my moonlit floor through the colors i adorned my body with in the ritual of life i adored but nowadays i usually just get up put on a sweater from the day before like you said it's got to get better i wear my shadow like a uniform
& i'm torn right through divided right in two
so well i do align my library by the colors on the spine of my books when i'm looking for resolution but there's wreckage everywhere i look & there's bramble scratching at the window & there's silver shining on the thorns i could have sworn the moon was singing to me strung in a phase so strange & torn but now the stars look fake & strung up & the colors on my floor are worn & the hues on my body are muted in the shadow of my uniform
& i'm torn right through divided right in two i'm lost & i'm losing the brightest light i knew i knew