Eyes

Pull the splinters
Out of my fingers
Turn them into air

You don't like the
Things I seem to
Place above everything else

I feel like I'm connected
To something else
I think that it shows

Loosen screws in
This machine to
Help it fall apart

I do wine now
Back to back, but
You don't live for long

I feel like I'm connected
To something else
I think that it shows

I wish you were someone else