Nis(s)an Dreams, Pt. 1

I'm just a grain
In your digicam waves
Your sun plays sheriff
Over my wild moonspill life

Animated dust collides
Forming perestroika punk array
My anger presides

Nissan dreams In field of
Aerosol, a marigold heaven

It hurts, turn up the radio
Versa like a hearse
When you're driving me home
I'm murked, turn up the radio

I'm almost hereless in the
Specificity of where I'm at
Making a groove in your side of the bed

Your memory is weightless
I'm laying in this place
Where you once slept
Doing our differential calculus

Fearless, easy, shining forth
You carve a light through all directions

It hurts, turn up the radio
Versa like a hearse
When you're driving me home
I'm murked, turn up the radio

Come winter
If you're unwed
This cuffing season
The whole Earth is
Under your shadow

Keep sluffing me off
Get me out of the way
Keep buffing me off
For a brighter day
Keep scrubbing me off
Until I'm erased
Keep mugging me off
Retire my name
Keep pieing me off
Get me out of the way