Fatalist Palmistry - WHY?

I sleep on my back cause it’s good for the spine

And coffin rehearsal

I know a psychic who reads her own palms

And her findings are personal

She keeps her fists shut tight

And she sleeps on her side

Well, maybe she knows something I don’t know

But I am still alive, in love and wide-eyed in my time

Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths

Your cat clawed out my eyes while I’s distracted by your smile

And now my sockets sit like empty catcher’s mitts waiting

And you ask me is there anybody else that I’m dating

Anna & Nathan

Anna & Nathan

Anna & Nathan

I’m patient

But your painted pony is fading

Lost like a snakeskin in high grass

And out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that’s me

Your count them blessings because your net worth oughta be less cream in your

best dreams

But God put a song on my palm that you can’t read

I’m lucky to be under

The same sky that held

The exhale from your first breath

Like a ring on a pillow of clouds

By you my tongue may stutter

But my gift heart screams clear and swells

To burst between the wrapped lengths

Of its bowed ribbon cell

But I am still alive, in love and wide-eyed in my time

Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths

There’s a moth flock in my gut growin'

I tug at my groin like tides trying

To pull moon towards them

I can’t ignore them

And when we say your name our tongues catch flame

And you wonder why we ain’t got nothin' to say

Anna & Nathan

Anna & Nathan

Anna & Nathan

I’m patient

But your painted pony is fading

Lost like a snakeskin in high grass

And out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that’s me

Your count them blessings because your net worth oughta be less cream in your

best dreams

But God put a song on my palm that you can’t read

I’ll be embalmed with it long before you’ll see