Excuses - The Morning Benders

Written by：Christopher Chu

You tried to taste me

And I taped my tongue to the southern tip of your body

But bones are too heavy to come up

Squished into a single cell of wood

Wood wood

And I made an excuse

And you found another way to tell the truth

I put no one else above us

We'll still be best friends when all turns to dust

Dust dust

We are so smooth now

Our edges are beaten drift wood whittled down

Old bodies slip when they make love

We'll mine our sparks to shoot us above