Seth Keiper

your hand on his arm the hay stack charm around your neck strung out and thin calling some friend trying to cash some check he's acting dumb that's what you've come to expect he's wearing your clothes head down to toes a reaction to you you say you know what he did but you idiot kid you don't have a clue sometimes they just get caught in the eye you're pulling him through now on the bus nearly touching this dirty retreat falling out 6th and powell a dead sweat in my teeth gonna walk walk walk four more blocks plus the one in my brain down downstairs to the man he's gonna make it all OK I can't beat myself I can't beat myself and I don't want to talk I'm taking the cure so I can be quiet whenever I want so leave me alone you ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks