Trigga Hiccups
Justin Andrew Harris, Brent Knopf, Daniel Frederic Seim
This is only a moderate mistake
But it gains speed as it gains weight
We pull our own
And make it home
Always for dinner
Chat rooms full of broken bones
From lush estates to mobile homes
Eyes turn to glaze
And pulses fade
Always in winter
Always run day in day
Outside of the box is cold
But it's okay I'll run on glass
To please you
To please you
