Dirt

The clock flies high and hits the wall a scolding flattened frown
The voice calls out and slaps the hall with a chilling echo
The bolt slides scrapes along the track pathetic sleepwalker
The hinge speaks lines to no one's back a sulking whispered sigh

Smart people say to me that I'm exemplary
And they should know cause they're all wearing white
I wanna grab those keys peacekeepers mocking me
I just want a chance to scratch my back I just want a chance to scratch my back

The window surfs on quilted seas a mole-faced blond bad teeth
The nocturne drowns out gnawing pleas no silverware for me
The wood pulp grins laughs in full color a joke for none to hear
The needle's worth a thousand words drilling it into me

Smart people say to me that I'm exemplary
And they should know cause they're all wearing white
I wanna grab those keys peacekeepers mocking me
I just want a chance to scratch my back I just want a chance to scratch my back

Thursday we had class outside, it didn't rain
My favorite place is full of tiles
And dirt goes down the drain