On the matters of truth and falsity, I commend you
Believe me, it was ingenious-this devise to
generate your alienation
Haughty lips!
You detached trickster!
i once wished for you with dandelion seeds
I travel around now with a searing thirst in
the back of my throat
And Ive got a pocket full of reasons of why I
should have left you alone
But in the matters of truth and falsity, I was
indecisive and slightly oblivious
Artisan of hysteria!
The smoke is rising, and you will soon leak
out of cracks and corners
and out of my hair, forever, I beg thee
Forever, I beg thee.