pulled out alive
picking out the ones I didn't want to care for
no more collections of salted confections
this is where it stops
they're unleashed again
burning through your afternoons
the new joys await you
holding up the high sign
shouting out the punch line
burning through your afternoons
the cold joys await you

now that I need more, picked out all the ones I didn't want to care for
spilled out on this floor
and this is a move that I am not prepared for
what did I stare for?
I did not think I'd be here beating out the dust from a coat I manufactured
where did I learn to make it?
I salted my confections