615 Jasper St

Fibers of my old rug
Tangled with a mess of melted candle wax
And I'm not responsible
For I keep my matches in a coat by
My front door

Keep your
Core together
I'll keep all my
Essential essences

And oh God
What's happening to me
My veins have started unravelling
Instead of the faint maps that travelled through my wrists that taught me how to stop dragging my feet and
Who held me when I was pried open like a leg from a crab

Now, there is nothing
But space
For tombs
For brand new transit systems

And oh babe
It ain't no lie
Just bury me
Out by thе tracks
So I can hear ol' number 9
As she goеs rollin' by