Dilute

The island’s small and desolate

The highways stretch towards nothingness

Weeds infest our front lawns

The picket fence impales the sun

That silhouettes on our houses

Dressed up in aluminum

And the softest part of

Your flesh helps my

Body ingest sleep

In the dead of the summer

I will pretend that you won’t be gone

Distance dilutes

And rewrites

And rewrites

I will pretend that you won’t be gone

Distance dilutes

And rewrites

... This song

The island’s small and desolate

The highways stretch towards nothingness

The weeds infest our front lawn

The picket fence impales the sun

That silhouettes on our houses

Dressed up in aluminum

And the softest part of

Your flesh helps my

Body ingest sleep

In the dead of the summer

I will pretend that you won’t be gone

Distance dilutes

And rewrites

And rewrites

And I will pretend that you won’t be gone

And distance dilutes

And rewrites

... This song

But I keep askin' you

To tell me what is wrong

And you, you just tell me

That it’s nothing at all

But in your helplessness

I can see

You know I can see, yea

The softest part of

Your flesh helps my

Body ingest sleep

In the dead of the summer

I will pretend that you won’t be gone

The distance dilutes

And rewrites

And rewrites

And I will pretend that you won’t be gone

Distance dilutes

And rewrites

And rewrites

And I will pretend that you won’t be gone...