Truth Teeth

Wake and have fun with me
Sync up each breath with me
Entertain the whims of my new eyes
Squeeze the juice til' every second's bone dry
Let this new lightness breathe
Spit me out at the beach
Lubricate our minds with a brown bag
Battling the light as we bike back
Though time seems irrelevant
An ivy-draped overgrown monument
A constant stream of joys and fog to feel fine
Can't afford to let any dust rise
But as I talk to myself
I see the growth is just a shell
Always on the verge of collapsing
As silence starts to strum on those heart strings
And soon it will just be me
Truth begins to show its teeth