the asphalt pulled itself back like arms with their own conviction now watch as i harvest grand pianos out of your shoulder blades what a disaster distract me from the world ending around me what a sweet disaster how do we get out of here take me through this slipping through the words distract me from the world ending around me look around they re just faces passing by there s no wonder why there s no wonder why you left yourself on the edge you left yourself on the edge anna i don t remember where you re from but i can feel you pressing against my pen from the other side of the page i ll leave you salt and guillotine at curtain call putting problems into poems and abandoning them unsolved i ll keep my feet down instead of lifting up but i m just a fucking whore i m a hand of god trying to pull the devil out of a black top hat anna come back take me through this slipping through the words distract me from the world ending around leave don t leave yourself on the edge take me through this slipping through the words distract me from the world ending around me  you left yourself on the edge you left yourself you left yourself on the edge you left yourself on the edge let me go what a disaster what a sweet disaster what a disaster