Good 4 Me

I turn like your guts

I turn like the tide at night

When the foam goes yellow at the edges

I tried

Did you

Did I

Fate never had my back

It had my arms

You're in between the lines

I write it down again it's like an alarm

But I'm not sure what for

Or where it came from

'don't know what's good for me

Can I blame it on

I don't know what's bad for me

Another organ

I miss the traffic in the rain

in the city walking home lights up the tarmac

catching eyes through the car's black windows tv screens

switching channels too fast

I drop the colours drop the glances are always

for the puddles for the drains

I don't know what's good for me

Can I blame it on

I don't know what's bad for me

Another organ