Sand

Race through the country

The perfect carnivore

Pull over and stop to breathe

There’s grape jelly on your sleeve

(You pick me up)

I pull you down

(You pick me up)

Down to the ground

You pick me up

I pull you down

Down to the ground

Make the most of daylight

A sun-drenched meadow by the dumpster

I came back high and hungover

From your flickering light

I hope you find your way home

I hope you find your way home

I hope you find your way home

I hope you find your way home

To the country

The perfect manifested heaven

And stop to breathe

There’s an aching heart on your sleeve

(You pick me up)

I pull you down

(You pick me up)

Down to the ground

You pick me up

I pull you down

Down to the ground

Your brain unbuckled:

Luxurious

And softer than sand