Slow, I fold, have you the heard the news? I found the bottom. The boy got better, then the witch came back. Now the witch has got him. "That's just the way it is." The way, the way! It's fractured marks that shift in fits and starts. It's never not messy when you fall apart. I'm closed in from the outside (I smile, and I wave...). There's teeth growing from the windowsill, and maybe they'll just cut me. Maybe they can kill. Woah oh oh, woah ohhhh. You never can be too safe/never can be too sure what's outside your window. I am at odds with the sunlight and the bullshit idea that I just need to relax. But that's the way it is. The way, the way! It's fractured marks that shift in fits and starts. It's not never not messy when you fall apart.