if you could see it
through lathe and plaster walls
from deck through door to hall
you’d know this is a call to you
if I could exit
I’d be an angel where
I could see instead of stare
I hate to stare
I bet I’ll be damned
and I’m sorry that I stole
but I, I bet I’ll be damned
my airport weakness:
I’m so obsessed with flight
I could leave this town tonight
did you misread me?
I broke that afternoon
and fully wrecked my room
but my name’s all down for you
and my hands have never [tape cut]