Echolocation from Revolving Door by Ten Pound Snail

Laughing fits
Buckle up cause you don’t get it
Runny nose stare at the
floor it looks much taller
Am I hearing this right?
Please
Don’t feign like you’ve truly atoned
Pick scabs of false wisdom
and swallow spiders in your sleep

I’ve flown my spirit through the skies at dusk

This presence like a phantom in the water
will drown your own

Aching beam
Promissory light of angels
Run under fair solvent
Separate tea from the steam
Woven scene
of comments made just to underwhelm
Parable’s wearing thin
Why don’t they just leave me be?

Sooner or later
it’s gonna tear you apart
to cut the cloth
from which you and I both came
Bound to your thin wrists
she may not ever exist
outside of 80 clueless years of all the

same things
writhing
grit teeth
you see now

I’ve flown my spirit through the skies at dusk
now I’ve come of age to land a striking blow

Whose anger is poisoning the water?
It’s no one’s fault but your own

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