Is getting souped up
A safety or a sin
Are they with me
Or out to get him
As we walk on by
Longing for the weather to try
Something we can predict
Did the trouble stick 
To your name 
She sighs and says they’re all the same
As they pound the beat
With doom walking their feet
Into a crevice 
Trying to get out
You look at me
But you are all doubt
And I cannot stare 
Once I know what is there
And you’ve outgrown a skin
Looking for days at what’s within