its all a blur to me
im just looking up at the cloud shapes
i lose my self so easily watching the subtle shifts
you've been scribbling like mad watching me
thinking you've nailed me in harsh contours
but ive got nothing down on you but a blank page
because your love is as thin as gauze
im still holding this pattern over your city
but ill never expect real love
for what calm seas i seem to possess are blinds
ive slammed shut the turbulence in my eyes
so you've drawn me as lilywhite as my blank pages
buying into the projection
my knuckles are bleeding out
a raven with a box of masks
ive got a thousand different smiles for you
when you come in with your hammers
trying to smear me as a mess or a distored charicature
a slug or a sloth or a whore
ill be far from here flying over
and you can eat the scraps of paper
i'm still staring at my cloudshapes
listening to the hum of the air conditioner
that one boy covers me
he always has and so im indestructible
he's built me an escape route
scraped out
just in case you truly capture me