How can a thumb crush?
Pressing mine against the window
I’m looking at the world on the other side
It’s making me so cold in the middle…
My eyes close on a deep breath
As my thumb depresses the up
My spirit is in such a shaking rush…
I’m standing on one leg like a pink flamingo
So pretty to look at…even though I’m nibbling at my hide
I wanna get high and lost, and that’s not a riddle
A light shone down yesterday, it was a little death
I tried to catch it, but I didn’t have a lid on my cup
