A Sky For Shoeing Horses Under - WHY?

rain goes perfect with a nosdam mix tape

the last street lights stay on well after dawn

kings fall to pawns he dropped the needle, let the song say it the kind of morgue with a gong to tell you when

but the rooms rules bend and the staff will make you laugh

my dad wore this face in old photographs

calico cats out scare me from behind a junkyard fence

i don’t try to let my scare ghosts off but pretend it’s not

when i’m eyed i tongue my bottom teeth

and look at the sidewalk in front of me as my tennis shoes go in and out of the frame

and of the slew footed empty guy walking on goose eggs in the mission

swap meet brown 31 fishnet hat cocked to the right

i only played chess once in my life and i lost

looks like a sky for shoeing horses under

looks like a good sky to die under