Well, you guessed right
Kept me up all night, body
In the street street fizz
Severed
Severed strawberries like figs
Severed severed
Severed strawberries textured
Like cooked black figs
Cryptic all-night
And circling around
And circling around
Persona non-grata in the park
Where you click your tongue
And smoke
And when the lights come on
In the hall
You're like a snake
In a garbage pit
You were there
Were ya or weren't ya
Talked all night
About the hour-glass
And hands that choke glass
Sick of your voice
But not the object
They say it's back
But you haven't heard of that
An amateur fear of death
And what you filmed
And kept under wraps for lips