I’d hate to burst your bubble so let me elevate you to a level of understanding.
You’re so quick to the tongue that your teeth are in the way for words to find a landing.
You are a tie-dye kept together with the rubber bands of someone else’s bindings.
You spit out words of a person before.
It’s so quick that you don’t even notice their reflection in your mirror.
I bet that rotten taste in your mouth
is left over from when you went south.
You have your bubble and world of mime.
Let’s play bumper cars, I know I’ll have a good time.
In(Between) Dreams 