Poor Eliza

I’m sinking, come save me poor Eliza my paths hid
my visions all black hole and quivering
it is what it is what it is

I curse thee, for placing these dark days upon me
for setting my blood as your dowry
it is what it is what it is

well my wife, is older and has no intentions
is mindfully out in the garden
out with the haze softly darkening
and painting it all light and liquid
the shadows all cirrus and cursive
all washing out in the distance
all washing out in the distance

well me and, me and my flat footed daydream
we hold it together so simply
are sovereign and known to be sleeping
because we have been saving our birthdays
from heart break and winter in swift chase
from heart break and winter in swift chase
from heart break and winter in swift chase