Misnomer

Lucid

Misnomer


on a cold white afternoon 
in the terrible month of june 
i wake in someone else's bed 

i cannot feel a thing 
this water tastes like gin 
there are devils dancing in my head 

my brain is cleaved in half 
i think that i'm in love 
but i don't know 
how? who with? or why? 

my body's made of ice 
my heart is made of mice 
enough to make a big boy cry 

as bright as the moon that sometimes shines through 
as deep as the thoughts that seep through with truth 
there's an echo, there's a memory, there's a vision to come. 
the voice that tells you to run 

you're just beyond my reach 
you are my giant peach 
i've seen you somewhere else before 

the voice that tells you to run 

which one d'you think you are 
my gun or my guitar 
are you divisible by four 

the voice that tells you to run