A girl walking by my window
she couldn't be more than fourteen
she's eating her ice cream
it only seems to make her cold over
a decade now has brought me
from the time before

I could have conceived of the explosions
that would bring the sunlight to me
bring the sunlight to me
pull me
pull me
into you on your daddy's couch plastic jesus blue grey clothing
hold our hands and fall in line
oh and I'm never cool enough polished
paulist fathers and their priestly
seemings are all far gone now

I don't believe in books
I believe in sentences
I'm not as angry or afraid
I get hit and I just keep coming.