| Burning Rubber |
|---|
| The leaves are dead |
| The door’s always closed |
| The garbage screams at my feet |
| I want to be alone |
| The sand has washed away |
| The sea it must have ate it |
| The cement glows grey |
| And I begin to like it |
| The dishes are cracked |
| The forks are plastic |
| The food is in cellophane |
| And I puke elastic |
