[Intro]

I’m at the edge of the world

[Verse 1]

Time is ticking, it’s just a hunch

Mask on, trudging through the sludge

--‘s world, what is to be done?

Lenin didn’t write that shit for fun

Cold winters, go missing, snow-stricken

Chrome-river-dipping dome spinners

Go figure, oh shit

Post-globalist hope grifter—I know, I know, “his soul’s different”

Grow livid, old, timid, and broke, picking at bones

‘Til the, ‘til the pitiful abode is so sick and swollen, that I’m living alone, bitch

[Verse 2]

Shot straight, with her chest, shook my whole sternum

All those bridges took a toll, but you won’t burn ‘em

Inside repeating words, no Bo Burnham

Don’t know ways to cope, but I won’t learn ‘em

Fossilized figures in a rigid stone circle

Monetized tripping over simple faux hurdles

Long short of it is torturous

Twisted form of love wasn’t shown verbal

Never said it then led him to question every sign of life

Handed the answer when the predator set its sights

Fuck a petty fight, night terrors ending in a flight

At this point, no amount of growth could suffice

No amount of growth could suffice

Wonder was it enough? But that’s life

Got accustomed to pure parasitic fright

Dusk fell and my vision turned white

[Bridge]

Stuck in the

But still on the cusp

Deep in the core, but still on the cusp

Saw that shit for what it was

Everything around me’s dust

Everything’s covered in love

Covered in love

I’m not the one, hot to the touch

Hot to the touch

Impermanent dusk

Said I was one, said I was one, covered in dust

But I’m not the one

Stuck in impermanent dusk

I was in flux, I was in love, still on the cusp

[Verse 3]

Blinded and found bliss suppressed in a bed of truths

Unraveled the linen spools, core gestures were resolute

Unhidden jewels threatened vices and left lifeless fists from which the pious wrestled loot

Untenable views scribbled in leather suits at hickory desks where the pen is plumed

Modern-midcentury room littered with leopard tooth prints and wax moons

Celestial runes, mecha boots, and decorative traditional tattoos

What a special room

Regret starts to climb, blush floods, setting is flash-proof

Lip lines left impressed cardamine imprints in matte blooms, and blooms

Home became a grove of brittle rhododendron petals

Wish I hated you, but truth is, I might crater, so alone and sentimental

Once in a blue luna there were hydrangeas replaced with cloven heads of devils

Placed I’ve loved forever said, “bye, stranger,”

The bond it broke was never special

Never special

[Outro]

I’ve been running, running

Running, running

I’ve been running, running