Testo di Dirge

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.