I close my eyes, get in the car and contemplate what’s wrong,
I breath this smell into my lungs - i work myself through the dawn.
I step into my shell, pretend that no one’s threatening me
Where marriages fall apart, i dream and keep you far beneath.
This bright pink dawn where cars drive by and where machines can talk
Their inherent sounds leave me astounded in light of what they took,
But time is almost over for you, by now you must believe
That i am not the root of sorrow or a map to find the bees.