An Incurable Soul (Chicken Neck Boogie)

I went down to the water every morning after work

Found the faces of drowned fathers, write your name in the dirt

If you are the flotsam and the leaves, then I’ll be the people in the sea

Waiting for it float down to the bottom, waiting for you to notice me

Grieve for the living, fear the dead

Our home is obsolete, and the sky is like a Dresden building crumbling

Spiders search for things to eat, we feel low level guilt about everything

If you are the foliage beneath, then I’ll be the people in the trees

Spores that float up through the branches, infecting everything in between

‘Cause if you had a cottage with perfect visions of the ocean

I’ll be the flat that you eventually move on from

Pots and pans and cardboard boxes,

Dusty rooms, clothes that you forgot you owned

‘Cause you had a vision and visions never change

The certainty you’re striving for, the certainty we’ve waned

Many different people feel the same

‘Cause I hope that the doctors are confused

I hope that they never find a cure for you

Fair exteriors, bloody entrails, deep dark things that you will never tell

I hope you never feel forgiven