Watershed

As I turn my insides out

Maybe I should shut my mouth

To dam the flow would save me face

But rushing thoughts would tear right through

And the watershed would be disgraced

And the rising doubts would scare you too

And my filling head would not keep pace

Top-heavy like I'm holding the

Blue of the sky on my shoulders

I'm feeling like I'm 'bout ten years older

And I'm freaking out

'Cause it hurts to bend down

Like the feathers in my jacket are sticking out

Fold me in like a pocket

Or the knife it holds

To cut away the mold

From the edges of my apple

Fingers stick and ants crawl in the gravel

Just to get a taste

Of your lovely face

As I turn my insides out

Maybe I should shut my mouth

To dam the flow would save me face

But rushing thoughts would tear right through

And the watershed

Would be disgraced