little itches: the business of change

there’s a place my everything is due
clattering parrots barge through it
you and I suck a margin we can’t keep
waiting for disaster

à vos marques, prêts, faites vos jeux…

only this blank strategy it’s true
secret of sleep is believe it
we all of us shat a tax got on the cheap
clenching on disaster

ready me for something like prayer steady me
ready me said the dragonfly weeping your name
ready me for something like prayer steady me
ready me steady me on purpose

light in a room without you
night time without the hard bit
we both will swallow blood before we leap
stalling love’s disaster

it’s always in flames it’s always in flames
this time no-one’s waiting on the borders
from want to should is a couple of years
it’s a difficulty with orders

little itch that tempts you back to
living, though you know it ends in worm shit
my love we are rounded with a sleep
one last sweet disaster

steady me ready me winds away winds away
steady me cast your kindness to the air
steady me ready me winds away winds away
steady me ready me for fire

arise, shine, burn as well fuck that dew
even so enraged you have to spit
me and you are nicking stuff that keeps
past oceans of disaster

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