I was a quick, wet boy, diving too deep for coinsAll of your streetlight eyes, white on my plastic toysAnd when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hairStole me a dog-eared map, and called for you everywhereHave I found you, flightless bird, jealous weepAnd I lost you, American mouth, big-pilled lumenNow I'm a fat house cat, less than my soulA blunt tongue with hearts in the wound, boys and ratsCurl through the white fence, cracks, pissing on magazineFor those, those fishing lures, thrown in the cold and cleanBlood of Christ, blood of Christ, blood of ChristRise mountains freeHave I found you?Flightless birdGroundedBleedingAnd I've lost youAmerican mouthBe paleStuckGoing outAnd I've lost youAmerican mouthBe paleStuckAnd I've lost youAmerican mouthBe paleStuckAnd I've lost youAmerican mouthBe paleStuckAnd I've lost youAmerican mouthBe paleStuckAnd I've lost youAmerican mouthBe paleAnd I've lost youBe paleAnd I've lost youAmerican mouthBe paleStuckAnd I've lost you*