Matt Pond PA

Perfect fit

Matt Pond PA


we set out across country the first perfect fit and i 
so far removed from expectation, the desert hardly harbored life 

*not much coming through, eyes slit face to the light 

when we finally fired the engine or when the engine finally died 
laying flat across the desert, the perfect fit was left to dry 

* 
the hands stopped moving from just waiting 
no, you couldn't be alive 

the final hitch, the great discovery, to hold your hands you'd have to lie 
i swear i never was that easy, the perfect fit was left to dry 

i bet there's not that much left of you 
no, you couldn't be alive 
from here there's only faint emulsion 
no, you couldn't be alive 

not as great as saying nothing talking to myself