Swingboat yawning up and down
Digging trenches in the stars again
And for the rest of our lives Crippled by the bugs
By the comfort Tugs take your stands reap your penance let me be myself feminine whines of a piece of mind have gone through but gone unheard
I walk alone well walk at things waiting waiting balance doesn't come
I sway incurable never stop shaping
Heaven to be overcome what are you going through the only thing I can ask you swingboat yawning up and down digging trenches in the stars again and again and again loving you has been much easier than I could have ever imagined
now my future is all behind me
I won't swing the lights away from ill-begotten controlled faces curing all your false sympathy...
still recovering still recovering.