Turkey vultures gather in the yard
Oh Lord
With a face as blank as a shovel
They're fired up about Jesus
They're tired out of all the nature

I wrap the heavy gauze around me
I get unfocused, make me blurry
I tether myself three feet from me
I do not feel my ugly body

We turn off all the heat and freeze at night
And all the snow falls from the trees
Just like a jockey from a novice horse
My past, a mine field beneath me

There's a sex shop off the highway
With a biblical name
Nana crashed the carpool
On the way to my mom's birthday

Snow didn't stick it never does
The boat I feel so lonely in ends up to hold us all
I cannot tell myself apart
At night I don't count stars, I count the dark