I can remember everything Every person that passed me If you could recall anyone you want Would it be the face of that Nonchalant stranger you saw skating Met his eyes His picture of a meadow Or his lies in the ice I can play out anything Any dream, any fantasy If you could make out any life you want Would it maybe be You’re the stranger’s girl His morning glory Rough hands, tender arms Sweet lips, lying teeth Sensation Not a feature, sensational Sensation, sensation Rockabye, sensational If you could remember everything Could you share it with me? I’m afraid I worried too much Or hell Maybe I just made it up

I think I was born a strawberry Too curvy to be a boy I always had a sweet tooth To play house instead of pirates Pink and plastic Jammed inside a jar, the lid was popped Too dirty to be a girl There are stubbly seeds on my chin I pick them and plant them but No gardens grow in the sink No gardens through plastic pink My elbows dipped My cheeks flushed red My sweet spit My sweet I think I was born a palm tree too Too swaying to stay on cold shoulders Every hurricane rains in dirt and cinders My hair, wayfaring and Pink organic Slammed outside the door, the banyan fell No more totems in the night, that banyan fell Despite her every root, that banyan fell I’m a stranger to that sight No gardens grow in the sink No gardens, organic pink In second or third grade I dyed my hair pink It was at one of those sleepovers where you didn’t sleep and left at 10:30 I remember washing it out in the sink when I got home Because my parents didn’t want me to stain the bedsheets Strawberry water went down the drain And my curls hung damp and straight It was temporary dye but I wish I could’ve kept it longer than the moment I wish I could’ve kept a lock of it, on it My elbows dipped My cheeks flushed red My sweet spit My sweet Antics to sing about these what-ifs Lips to kiss what if I could write that
 In my script, someone’s girl to sweeten up Somebody’s bitter boyish antics To sing about these what-ifs Lips to kiss what if I could write that In my script, someone’s girl to sweeten up Somebody’s bitter boyish antics I kid, I kid I kid, I kid Organic plastic These pinkish antics Yeah, that’s good

Hi Woodson Tall enough to see over the boxstacks Too short to see what’s beyond Sure enough new spires will fill the sky Without me Kept with you Forever in the snap of a rising ember Mm, never gone for good Count the rings and figs on our tree Autumn is the loveliest time of year Another death before the white dream begins I open a window, I hear no crescendo I open a window, I feel the chill to your bones I’m closing the window, the snow’s already here, mm I’ll be there tomorrow, in the snap of a rising ember Mm … mm …

If you turn off the lights No shadows stick by your side It washes you off It washes you off Have a name, have a face Cut me so kindly A knife that doesn’t shine If you cling to my side No light will come No light to find It washes you off It washes you off Have a name, have a face Have a name, have a face Lust me so deeply A gun that doesn’t sound 1, 2, 3 4 If I can’t keep it quiet I’ll have to pay the price Pay you with my body It washes you off I wash you off Without a name, without a face Without a name, without a face Touch me, kill me I’ll die in this dream … Zebra stripes fluoresce A gentle wind in the bedsheets Embracing me, arms of a stranger It washes me off It washes me off … It washes me off … It washes me off … It washes me off … It washes AHHHHHHHHHH It washes me off They wash me off I wash you off … Thank you

Not a shell unturned Not a grain of sand left untreaded Not alone Sea glass broken but Not alone It doesn’t have an address It lives in the beach It doesn’t deserve a “you” or “I” It only breathes The clarity left in Its hand The misery comes, Its a friend The clarity left in Its hand By It, and not by you You are what I once was An ocean at sunset Your pigment still shines through Despite Its clockwork fingertips Don’t let It take your time The beauty that defines you Just let It pass you by The breeze I’ll send will catch It Soon … Soon … You’ll be a rock in the wake Not a shell unturned (not alone) Not a grain of sand left untreaded (never alone) Not a shell unturned (not alone, sea glass broken but) Not a grain of sand left untreaded (not alone) Not alone (not a shell unturned) Sea glass broken but Not alone (not a grain of sand left untreaded) Not alone Sun has set now but Not alone Never alone

At least … At least we never kissed You would’ve missed the train home if you did Mm, but you stayed still after I let go I leaned in still gave you that decision I’m a friend of expectation At least you didn’t say “yes” I would’ve missed you more Than the warm misery you cover me in, sweet and vacant The blankets we woke up in Mm, luggage at your tail It’s what you do
 Leave, no regrets, get ahead It’s something that I read Even with time you still have to address it I’m not a friend of evolution Still … I want your skull to your tailbone I love your guts still … I want your skull to your tailbone I love your fingers still … I want your skull to your tailbone I want your legs to stay still … Ooh .. mm .. I’m just a friend Apathetic and undressed At least we never kissed

Do I keep you up?
 Be honest if I do I know you like the crowds, so Please ‘em if you have to You’re never obligated To talk to me at all No, not at all But will you go to bed soon? 
Tell the truth, I’ll leave then You still perform in your sleep Sleep-talk about loving me You’re alone in that dream I’m there too, but you’re not looking To me Mm … No I’m not gold To you I I’m a silver moonbeam Even bronze is in the sun And fourth place is off the podium No shame could shine on them I’m just a sore loser I’m a secret you can keep Loving me just in your sleep Are you alone in your dreams? Don’t even answer You can’t even look at me At me … I’m not your everything Oh you keep me up Honestly, you do But unlike you there’s not a crowd I can bow to I’ll never go to bed Never give you that ending No, not at all I’m the same girl always mourning In no one’s glory Mm …