will he bury me in the things I don't know?
japanese jasmine tea, underground concerts where they say,
what's the password? seaweed lipstick. come on in.
walk running down a new york street, korea town
all the signs loud and lit up but there are secret worlds inside
put your foot behind your head, rock to your side
feel free unlike this budgie clutching on my pointer finger,
pointing at the open window but...
we don't have you on a chain, why don't you fly?

your ribs are beautiful when you sniff my neck,
you know I smell like this naturally, right?