3.


Coming to the point where I love youThe sounds


Are what make the rainforest interesting


The oceans clogged with musicYour hair


In a drainYou have no idea where


You’re going with that umbrellaIt’s 10:56


In the morningI just looked at the television


Brightly, saw you crashed there in the future


With a bowl of ice cream, but only roughlySeriously


Where are you going in the rain on a Sunday


This third cup of coffee reminds me I’m nervous


How to amount to something more than a finch


On a tree branch screaming time out


That ship’s spilled its gutsNow I’m covered


In a darkness umbrellaThe ambulance ambulance burning