Not Break Skin - Low Dose

Near the waves that breathe for me

Feather and skin are the same

Flies and foul and legs and arms

All move and sing my name

Even while I’m sitting still

Still need to calm myself

I’m turning green to red

Sunday’s are a death sentence

Soon I’ll eat and forget

Following warm wind and sand

Just to get back again

I’m turning green to red

We’ll make the food chain

Go up instead of down

I’ll stare at the sky for hours straight

And feel more fulfilled than I feel today

Greased hands across their mouth

Drop out drop out drop out

These days they will breathe forever

Leathered skin and shame

Feeling fouls and bleeding now

All move and sing my name

I’m turning green to red