I was a quick, wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your streetlight eyes, white on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map, and called for you everywhere
Have I found you, flightless bird, jealous weep
And I lost you, American mouth, big-pilled lumen
Now I'm a fat house cat, less than my soul
A blunt tongue with hearts in the wound, boys and rats
Curl through the white fence, cracks, pissing on magazine
For those, those fishing lures, thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ, blood of Christ, blood of Christ

Rise mountains free
Have I found you?
Flightless bird
Grounded
Bleeding
And I've lost you
American mouth
Be pale
Stuck
Going out
And I've lost you
American mouth
Be pale
Stuck
And I've lost you
American mouth
Be pale
Stuck
And I've lost you
American mouth
Be pale
Stuck
And I've lost you
American mouth
Be pale
Stuck
And I've lost you
American mouth
Be pale

And I've lost you

Be pale

And I've lost you
American mouth
Be pale
Stuck
And I've lost you
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