I aint the calm breeze
that a house breathes
Im not the one claiming insanely
over saintly
Think this is some kind of
symmetry fuckery
Looking angry at this sad sapling suckling on the ailing company
Why u looking at me
there ain't no furnace or a.c
no fuckin somber relief
This is an artic freeze.
Ready for a raging heat
Im that wind on the rise climatically temper climbing erratically
there ain’t no thermostat setting
no fucking comfy holding server degrees
sparking to Fahrenheit incineration wildly chimes free The fuck was you thinkin
ypur encouraging me No fuckin way you can tame the firery astrology This is exploring and you say wind your to windy Well fuck you air you to airy go push up som daisys and I’ll bend them back down

© Sean Windsor