with our clothes on fire, I guess we both can wait

Situations
time is matter, atoms and cells
Zappa and Cursive wrapping their notes around our bodies
Exes and Ohs
The sky was crying, I was burying my face and you were just sleeping, sleeping. How can you sleep?
waiting for me to fall into place, but it wasn't me that did it was everything that was around me carrying on routine
my paranoia was showing;

and the life lines
live below the waist
it's a capturer
please dont scratch me out