[00:00.000] 作曲 : Thom Waddill/Anthony Laurence/Roman Parnell/Logan Wagner/Jack Owens[00:17.945]Clap! I feel an audience in the reeds, all unseen[00:22.586]And withholding applause, I know it[00:24.383]As the air turns from context to subject as it begins to rain[00:28.509]I know this: the day is the bright unconscious of the night[00:32.603]He floats upriver accusatorily; he sees me[00:35.415]And his gaze beads and runs off of me like moisture[00:39.783]I unlocked eyes and turned to run upslope away[00:42.565]From the letter I left inside the car I made[00:45.346]To seem like I had actually done it and[00:47.891]Jumped from the bridge; I feel it nonetheless[00:50.160]I can’t feel my hands[01:01.659]It’s not my fault: that dumb Ferranti[01:04.672]I’m sure Dad knows a trembling body[01:07.239]I plead the fifth against a forty[01:09.753]Polyester blue ****ed karateIt, it makes sense to be a tad delayed[01:23.609]Nauseous on the newborn interstate[01:35.157]For all purposes, intents: I am gone[01:40.580]Feel the hum of blood, voltage in the lungs[01:46.000]I made up a name at the gas station[01:51.672]Feeling un-insane, anorexic sun[01:57.110]Skandhas one by one wing away like bats[02:02.547]Bus to Frisco, I’ll leave the world intact[02:08.032]“Put a sock in it”: my mantra these days[02:13.707]“Honk if you are damned”[02:16.501]Walk into the rain