Microviolence

Could it be my cover blew away this morning

it was barely April it was getting warmer 

here you gave me shelter from the microviolence

all the coming and going happening in silence



Do you feel like I do when it all surrounds you

highway beach and forest sun is shining for us

but I can't stay tomorrow I'm going away

for my impression to stay, tomorrow I'm going away



you can make yourself rare

you can raise your value

you can be a mystery

they don't get to know me



my life is leaning to the sound of war

I can feel no sorrow to be gone at all

half of me is made up mostly I'm a construct 

city suburb forest cut a new path for us

smile at everything you see, that's my technique



put your wooden headphones on 

effigies of warships, call me to your door 

the form is perfect, but it isn't working

the form is perfect, but it isn't working

oh micro 

bring back that body you brought