Barnacles

i don't really need to see so i don't need to see so i'll paint i don't know, i'll paint it black i don't need to see i don't see how you see out of your window i don't need to see, i'll paint mine black i don't know me and you don't know you so we fit so good together cos i knew you like i knew myself we clung on like barnacles on a boat even though the ship sinks you know you can't let go i was talking like two hands knocking yelling 'let me in, let me in, please come out.' black gla*s, dirt-based soap, tell yourself what you know. my friends, oh my friends, bury your head i'll help you bury your plans. hard hit, hard to miss, problems are what a problem is. my light came up quick, call it your asterisk, buried like boys in a boys first book of the stars saw it as satellite constant unblinking as buried in the bottom of a bottom of a brackish lake