Casted shade across landscape
Stuck to the bottom
That’s how they want you
Telephone call
In the bathroom stall
Just out of earshot
But you still got caught
Every corner that you turn
You’ll never learn
Pattern missing in the grass
Hard to discern
(you’ll never learn)
(say so)
Misplace your faith in empty space
Is it a hard sight or the harsh light
Suspicious ties guilt by design
The world spins before it falls
So softly spoken
