staggering heights

i'm a screaming picturesque

of a solitary row

imagine all the friends you sold     

i'll be the Shepard's coat

and maybe we can reconcile the crest

because because you won't  afford

wear our navy drags

and call it what you used to (do)

pale the marilyns

and sleep with all the ghosts you can

leave your bags behind

the authors are all out of wind

(begging closer to the edge)

i'm a primadonna courted

by the shells of  feeling low

there was there was a friend you called

we'll scale the prison talk

and burn all of the paper surround

the townies know you're spreading thin

wear our navy drags

and call it what you used to (do)

pale the marilyns

and sleep with all the ghosts you can

leave your bags behind

the authors are all out of wind

(begging closer to the edge)