Newsprint, tissue paper, acrylic, and pencil on cardstock
11 x 8.5 inches / 27.9 x 21.6 cm
Pounce it heavy with a notion that you are the one
Break up bunches of my time, undo crippling tedium
But it's dead, dead, dead to the top of its head
But it's dead, dead, dead to the top of its head
Take your time and defrost your mind be wounded and bloody
Burning brightly and unsightly, an homage to human kind
But we're dead, dead, dead as I've already said
Dead, dead, dead as I've already said
Constant struggle confused and muddled, that's what life can be
Walk in lightly, live like lightning, find love along the way
Then you're dead, dead, finally lay down your head
Then you're dead, dead, finally lay down your head.
My girl is off-track betting
My girl is a traffic light
My girl is an unmade bed
My girl is a moonless night
My girl is choppy air
My girl is a Golden Corall
My girl is a curse word screamed
My girl is not their scene
You've been getting lots of similes
And I want your disease
I want your disease
I want your
Parquet Courts — Disney P.T.
My girl is a bowl of hash
A familiar looking rash
My girl's my secret stash
My shampooed pile of trash
My girl's a borealis-lit fjord
My girl's a summons ignored
My girl's a beer, freshly poured
A lost tribe's library stored
You've been getting lots of similes
But I want your disease
I want your disease
I want your disease
Parquet Courts — Disney P.T.