A true thing of beauty
Am I not clever, tell me
Bullshitting people to abide
My day-to-day stasis functions high
They come to me, uninvited
Inability to trust people
Heaps of stone to sleep with blocks
Of overcharged concrete
A trustworthy little box of heat
You're the prescient one
Your pavement is warm
You're the prescient one
Your pavement is warm
The birth of unforgiven emotions
It is going to happen when you least want
The birth of unforgiven emotions
It is going to happen when you least want
The things that I most treasured
Have become the very fabric
Of the most overwhelming surge
That seems to turn you ecstatic
Itching you can't quiet down
Course of cauterized bounds
Bits of wire, hardened skin
Makeshift blades, stone-dry sheets
Mouth on mouth, sea of teeth
Serene hearts, rested fists
Everything I touch dies with me
You're the prescient one
Your pavement is warm
You're the prescient one
Your pavement is warm
You're the prescient one
Your pavement is warm
You're the prescient one
Your pavement is warm