the calm in my panic sandwich

We believe, don’t need proof because we’re holy like the rain on the caravan roof so thin, we let you in - you’re the new religion. Something clean in the vaxine. fill your ears with our tears. flesh us out under the knife. snap out the spin cycle. and ive been meaning to say don’t tell us we’re not good enough don’t tell us we’re not clean enough. outside this life there’s no place to go [that was the first lie] we never had a home [the second] so when it comes to being on our own in touch with any emotion look for the bottle, blister pack, phone. Salt and sugar opiate wrap. [that was the third]. keep it down we have to keep it down.