Water Running Through Faucet

The cola stain around her mouth tells me so
She told me to branch out
And stop coming home with that look on my face

I told her I branched out
I tell her I'm "We're getting somewhere"-ing
I tell her -
I tell her I'm feeling a little better now

I eat ants off the floor in an attempt to be smaller
I try to hide from the J.S.F.M. Killer
He's going to kill me
He's going to knit me into a tea cozy and put me on my head
I'd see from there
I'd see from there, his powdered chalk lips and his dirty filthy shoes
And they would speak in crucifixes

I'm alight
I'm alight
I'm alight
I'm a-

See those dirty hands
See those dirty hands punch into the dark
Flailing out against nothing and hollering
Murder
Murder
It's a cloud-eleven DEFCON-5 shit-heap
I'm on my tiptoes

I'm alight
I'm alight