Edge of Somewhere Island

[Verse 1: Joseph Cook]
Fingers touching shapes, and thumbs on analogs
Smokey fruit-flavored candy, but it felt forbidden like I had a sweet tooth
Mouth full of petroleum and all I smelled was grilled strawberries
Seasoned by oranges

Felt like, the lights were dimmed to purple
Staring at the couch making sense of each and every thread in the pattern
How hideous individuals make beauty in unison
Summer camp in the cabin, we were just playing video games
Bees weren't threatening no more
Summer seemed to last forever

Barbecues at 6 years old
The sun healed all
The wind blew gently and grew violent and cycled through the decision
Creativity grew on trees

Spending days cooped up eating pizzas that's reheated
And pumpkin spice
Toxins in my body exited lyrically
We spent days with the minutes turned to hours

Hours missing you even though you were there
Because I knew you'd leave again
Once it was over

So I prayed every minute dragged out even longer
From minutes to days
And seconds to years

I was prostrating myself on top of a speeding train
While the sun beamed down and I had never been more vulnerable
I was no longer guarded
But I wasn't worried

The world felt harmless
Everything had their own life, and feelings
And nature was not concerned with hurting mine

Dogs howled at me as I bolted through
Yet procrastinated with the wind
Constant partying in a crowded room while gritty, hauntingly beautiful sounds played
Yet there were only 2 people

Dancing on dining room tables
Waiting on an order that never came
I felt like bolder letters that spelt out my character and who I was
Had withered to shrill sharply shaped letters

I felt like bolder letters that spelt out my character and who I was
Had withered to shrill sharply shaped letters

A lightbulb replaced the sun in the sky and it flickered at me. Oil stained fur coats microwaving wax candles the base was aluminum foil

We were at the end of a harmonie korine movie
Walking in a field with shaved heads and neutral colors on, Waving sticks

Resented passiveness
Buttered rottweiler
Plastic, wool
Polyester blazer blazed with blood

Clogged sprinkler
Injected the IV and blood and water squirted everywhere
Blood brothers with the pizza man
Let him smell the house as a tip

Somalian
Waffle threaded
Dark tinted hood, sentimental
'Bout 'fore my balls dropped

I wanna see the world like that again
And I do when I stare at the grass and wonder what's under
Looking at the sky makes me think of the future and ponder what's coming

Burgundy
Navy
Charcoal
Limes and Plums

Bittersweet
Sentimental
Antiquing ancient mirrors
That hold some old reflection