I speak my words and clouds tremble, my heart beats and I cry you say that you don't love, but I don't believe you. I'm walking like a brick on stilts, the world bounces before my eyes, under closed lids light fractures, and falls in pieces in my hands. I sleep on a diferent couch every night, someone elses semen in my mouth this life tastes of clotted salt, where'd you go love, where'd you go? Cheap hotel rooms and Motel 6 coffee, cling to my hair and eyelashes, pushing on the street corners, "you want some baby?" I stand alone on the highway, thumbing yet another ride, I'm coming home love, I just hope you're there. Note: No relevance to my life whatsoever.