Simon Joyner

That crucial filament is all but spent And soon it will be dark in my basement My heart is waxing the slick floor again Hoping i'll slip, and fall in love Well, she gave me the choice To remain and rejoice or to recoil and rebel Well, papa, this grav

Haven't touched the floor today Want the walls to go away But there's a thought that's in my way If I could leave then it could stay The backs of photographs are snow-white With a dead face on the other side But I can't pay you any mind I'm thinking