There are beads that wrap. Around your knees that crackle into the dark. Like a walk in the park like a hole in your head. Like the feeling you get when you realize you're dead. This time we ride roller coasters into the ocean. We feel no emotion as we spiral down to the world. And I guess it's worth your time. Because there's some lives you live. And some you leave behind. It gets hard to explain. The gardenhead knows my name. Leave me alone for you know this isn't the first time. In fact this is twice in a row. That the angels have slipped through our landslide. And filled up our garden with snow. And I don't wish to taste of your insides. Or to call out your name through my phone. For the glory boys at your bedside will love you. As long as you're something to own. Follow me through a city of frost covered angels. I swear I have nothing to prove. I just want to dance in your tangles. To give me some reason to move. But to take on the world at all angles. Requires a strength I can't use. So I'll meet you up high in your anger. Of all that is hoping and waiting for you.