My life is petty and the people are scary.
My arms got wet as I said,
"it's okay, baby,"
the day after my mattress lost the shape of my body.
The people are scary and my life is petty
but I blow smoke out my mouth in pretty shapes
and feel comfy.
You never knew that I knew but I watched...
from two-hundred miles away, through the blacks
of the backs of my eyelids...
while I bundled up into a blanket cocoon
to keep my heart silent.
You never knew that I knew
until I told you,
and after all of it the gas continues to be lit.