Lounge

I don't care that flowers grow for you and me...and me
You don't know what love is till you see her standing there
A web of skin and nails and hair
And bones and bones
And thoughts rush in and
Arch your head, you think you are alive
But you are dead, you keep
On driving in your car asleep...

I don't know why flowers grow in wintertime
The sky turns gray, the sun don't shine
And people rush to be
On time for work, they
Wrap themselves in woolen cloaks
And hats and scarves
Like larva in their incubated cars
Like larva in their cars
And drive...until they get away