dont make a sound our fingers rake together our nouns they roll right off their tongues the only sentence we barely string togethers found a home inside the family gun it moves slow in a caterpillar way its alright its alright its alright the blinds are drawn the tvs on ive never kissed a lady blonde ill soon forget the sound of voluntary grief i flock my trees i dodge disease i couldnt help her crooked knees i was made the family dog under the weeping willow it moves slow in a caterpillar way its alright its alright its alright head to toe youre the animal i crave its alright its alright its alright