Something burning, iridescent and wet
To clean and disinfect what memory is left
Angel hair spaghetti skeleton, ketchup
Baby's breath, the long, hot summer of sweat, sickness and discontent
Made glorious autumn again
Made glorious, golden, biting, burning autumn when
Your tears of joy are the only holy water yeah
And I could have sworn I had been here before and I was right
I locked myself alone in this toilet stall one night