YOU KNOW ME!
With your X-ray specs
you can see inside of me
or not
I’m a boxer on the ropes
you’re standing in my light
you’ve wound yourself around me
like you know me
I’m smelling user, something bright and clean and shiny
and when my back is turned
the point of a blade, a blade
Always, “you know me”
always, “you know me”
“Keep your arms up, son”
you don’t scare me
bone china teas, china teas
old galaxies, galaxies
and a town that’s under water
None of this is mine
Don’t think you know me
don’t think that I am everything you say
