In Stitches

Slink past the stoned rasta painters on baronne

Blink and the walmart of the dead blurs

On baronne

Found you

Look around you

Wild parrots and gin in the air

Don’t know where to go

Don’t know where to go from here

Don’t know where to go to disappear

Tangerine and seasick green

Us in pieces

Like when wolverine

Big red’s king

Caught us hiding

We just drove away into the day in stitches