Rows of condos and birds as helicopters I had a headache when you left Give up something And it's luke warm blood Telephones have eyes to rip out feelings too We're dropping off like guns and flies Take her down to the river And she would step right over the water If you take him on down to that She would drag him right down to the bottom Take her down to the river quietly Full of visuals and half-wit harlequins It's full of smiles and laughter We'll weed them out like dandelions And your arms are like batteries And you arms are chandeliers Bought a ticket to the picture show to rip down feelings Move these walls inside myself I lost my car keys underneath The palm tress and city lights Avert my eyes to move north west We're dropping off like guns and flies Take her down to the river And she would step right over the water If you take him on down to that She would drag him right down to the bottom Take her down to the river This is a poem, a combination Of a sentence broken up to form a rhythm You are a poem Little pieces of my senses broken up to form an image Take her down to the river And she would step right over the water And if you take him down to that god damn river He would drag you straight down to the bottom