My mind, a vessel in the black
Selves I do not recognize, anymore
I don't order them online
I don't try them on for size
I can no longer explain
I'm too tired to emphasize
In dreams, I'm giving haircuts to barbers
Some of them are angry, some are entertained
In dreams, I'm giving haircuts to
Now I'm finding myself in everyone
But I'm just happening, changing minds like a motel
Making mosaics out of missing pieces
Writing Braille under your skin
Dig myself out by the roots
Drinking iron from the floor
In dreams, I'm giving haircuts to barbers
Some of them are angry, some are entertained
In dreams, I'm giving haircuts to barbers
Some of them are
In dreams, I'm giving haircuts to barbers
Some of them are angry, some are entertained
In dreams, I'm giving haircuts to barbers
Some of them are angry