Figment

you know my name is figment

i'm not who you think i am

all of my heroes are women

and all of em are cinnamon (my cinnamon women)

the sanding sound of grudge on collective

has left a pile of puzzle dust

and me, cake-drunk in the middle, crying

"what could never happen to us

is happening to us"

but as long as we're talking in driftnets

and there's a rotation afoot

all the things we can come up with

will still be surprisingly put

as long as the road lacks perspective

as long as we swim swim swim

as long as we hold hands in the swiftness

of all three dimensions

as long as we're talking in driftnets

and there's a rotation afoot

all the things we can come up with

will still be surprisingly put

still be surprisingly put

still be surprisingly put