Flea

My dog's haunting rabbits in the yard
Casey's at home, watching TV
I step in, do what I can
He doesn't care, just wants to watch them

Flee, say no, the word's despair
He gathers, folds, takes a leak
Dim light depresses, dusts the top
And sits with April as she unfolds her knees
Sibylle calls, like no one's home
Her mouth tears open, sigh, breathe
And there, I saw a lonely doe
Suz wakes up, gets dressed and leaves
It looks like hunger, this tableau
Birds descending on piles of feet
In living rooms, they're born again to
Men like ghosts, attached to teeth
The words sting
In passing
More or less

What's left to find for
You anymore
What's left to find that
You don’t see
What's left to find for
You anymore
What's left to find that
You don’t see

I'd give
Truth to your life
When I could, I'd try
To speak you clearly

I paled against so many
Denials every day
I wanna die, you took your life
As if what's broken laid inside
I couldn't help it, I tried

So what?

So what
If wood learns she's made a violin?
Where trust and love fail
Fear makes a map, you followed it