Drunk Mouth Kitchen Smile

consider confrontations this is a shy and quiet morning the sleeping dogs awoke last night the thunder scares them, stiff eyed exercise (your exorcisms) anger down (bleeds the same) autumn night, stay soft and cool come morning light i'll be gone step tears and tired of watching they're filing out the big top doors i'm buried in the smell of circus those dark clouds are rolling in drunken mouth (kitchen smile) please summon me softly to sleep today i've seen a dragon on the ripped and worn out armrest stay back the skin is laced with sticks of dynamite i'll be burning out like a shooting star a thousand pretty lights of silly singing feelings i should be on trial for everything i haven't done i should be on trial for everything i haven't done