is this witchy? my thoughts are cloudy this is weird: my mind is clear
 
in this hyper-chlorinated pool of humanity you're very clean
 
i give up
 
is this hunger? i can't remember this is strange: we're just the same
 
in this insatiable, unstable subspecies you're very sweet
 
i give up
 
flies woke up, confused sprung to life and spring all here and everything
 
sleeping on the kitchen couch sun everywhere you're very clear
 
i give up
 
why put the light on? why put the light at all?