Why?
Berkeley by Hearseback
Lay me down in a hearseback, it's where my new best look is at.If I slit a purse or two then I can't curse if my cake is cooked and minor veins are mapped.These tits not filled with milk, these cold bones wrapped in hungerLike a bundle of sticks in a fire so slow it leaves them unburned, black and yearning.Will this new year's see my rotting hair's release?Will my new black book pull the sick from my deepest creases?-A gift from The Maccabees to mom to me,No more flier backs or receipts, using magazines for tables.A girl's down bed and corresponding naked wings unableWhen I felt my ribs come closing slow, a row of snakes set to strangleI am survivedLay me down in a hearseback, it's where my new best look is at.If I slit a purse or two then I can't curse if my cake is cooked and minor veins are mapped But you might find me in the white pages yet, my name is next to numbersLike someone's father's father: left listed in the book of numbers,Like someone's father's father: left listed in the book of numbers.
From Letras Mania