Sometimes pearshaped<br />
Women meltdown<br />
Onto concrete<br />
Splashing sun and<br />
Sidewalk insects<br />
Down by these feet<br />
Sometimes puddles<br />
Terrify me<br />
As they gaze up<br />
Scrap of paper<br />
Floating crumpled<br />
I can't pick up<br />
Goodbye<br />
No one's ever gonna<br />
Find out from this<br />
Shut mouth<br />
Just be sure to keep<br />
These eyes closed<br />
They can read those<br />
Sometimes people use<br />
Their sound holes<br />
Pointed at me<br />
Rusty winds groaning<br />
Down alleys<br />
Blow right pas me<br />
Sometimes pipes<br />
Creaking inside here<br />
Know me too well<br />
Flesh and steel I had<br />
Carved up<br />
For a farewell<br />
Too late<br />
I'll never wish for it<br />
But now it grows inside<br />
Just like a moth