Avenues
and dirty arches.
You run down the street and I will follow.
Try, try
sliding through the network of a crowded paradise.

My tears are indivisible.
My tears are indivisible.

Underneath
overexposure
Like a shellshocked, distant past.
Ride, ride
sifting through the remains
Surfing on a concrete tide.

My tears are indivisible.

(when we fall down we're always sorry,
but it makes us glad to know it's only temporary)

Animals
in pretty cages.
You have watched them wear their ugliest faces.
Cry, cry
saline droplets spashing
in the boat that saved your life.

My tears are invidisible.