Plastic Teeth (Expanded Edition)

Your bedroom posters,

Your four poster bed,

How far away they scream.

The blackness & the accident,

& everything between.

You're still feeling your way through the dark.

The serotonin,

Or the lack thereof,

The cold heat of the grave.

The invites & polite declines.

Silent is safe,

Silence is safer.

It will never be fine

But the fun is in the faking it.

So open the blinds,

We'll design our way out of this.

We're still feeling our way through the dark.