When My Eyes Were Big

I'd Rig Up The Make Shift Pictures

Self-manufactured Fractional Films

To Fill Space Where Time Placed Holes

The Goals Of Many Tend To Leave Them Empty

Or To Stuff Them Up With Cable Box Memories

The Goals Of Many, Empty Boxes Are Filled

So That You Can See The Floor.



Maybe My Eyes Were Never Big

Maybe My Head Was Just Small

Haven't Been Immortal In Three Or Four Years

And That's All



When My Eyes Were Big

I'd Wake Up To A Low Ceiling

One Thousand Bee Stings Would Be Tossed Aside

To Make Space For Time To Place Holes

The Guilt Of Many Tends To Leave Them Empty

Not Me I'm Stuffed Up With VCR Memories

The Guilt Of Many, Empty Boxes Are Filled So That You Can't See The Floor



A Little Trust

A Little Trust



Maybe My Eyes Were Never Big

Maybe My Head Was Just Small

Haven't Been Immortal In Three Or Four Years

So Good Bye