i put on my gasoline suit that i keep on hand
in case i need to prove something to the universe
i can't get drunk enough to not weep
and i will never remember to ever go
on rollercoasters or strip clubs or vacation
countries where i don't speak the language
my mouth just opens and closes with foam
my stupid eyeballs turn air into ocean
my furnace is only magma inside me
press my face against the cold sun
feel the sweat on my tongue cool blood
feel warmth pass from skin to star to my burning body