made myself a map of folds to fuck and feel and feign as meat and all my bronze is breathing blind painting my body s a disease your closet s full of dead birds the stables in your mouth are awake all my weight is wet the wallpaper is coming off my face pull all the whales out of me pull all the whales out of me pull all the whales out of me pull all the whales out of me pull all the whales out of me pull all the whales out of me pull all the whales out of me pull all the whales out of me did you know did you know i ate all the rivers i ate all the rivers i ate all the rivers i ate all the rivers all of me is water and so are you all of me is water and so are you4
['canadian indie folk', 'small room']