Back in the cuts
break-back
cement 40 oz
so minimal in our heads
drown drone beggars
where are you glory
under the bitten sky we play
back in the past
we were born to suck so diligently
be the concrete floor
or this cougar [bad word] you can’t [bad word] the dust that’s been given

bring me close to love
would you give me a reason to believe
trapped by the world
would you give me a reason to believe

father said
“you can find me on broadway”
father told me
“you can find me on broadway”

so many ways to flip our heads up-side-down
it’s a fellow eclipse of a bit fist
we cry wolf under the hemorrhaging crown
back in the past
we were born to suck so diligently
our lips are not to be closed
under the shade of all your sniveling
taking in all the wind of your jump-cliff
and whisper ever so…

bring me close to love
would you give me a reason to believe
trapped by the world
would you give me a reason to believe

father said
“you can find me on broadway”
father told me
“you can find me on broadway”

oh I crave that over-the-hill we pave
here I am
will you shun me now
no
the loved you’ve claimed was just a whisper
here I am no shun me

father said
“you can find me on broadway”
father told me
“you can find me on broadway”