We were all sharing the water, dividing it into taut america-the-beautiful portions when temptation, temptation, temptation (they're not the same three temptations, but they are three temptations), marched ahead of the thought, tore open the chorus, and I became the well itself, gleaming like the center of a hit song ricocheting across a fan in summer/ some mercy on my lungs when you speak for me like a real proud hunter, but I'm so busy listening I'll forget everything you say until the cage shuts and we're waving at it from the outside, running backwards hand in hand like damn, what was that?
