Valed - Lauren Bousfield

Grasping

Through the drywall

My, my house used to be right there

Fallow, fallow retail space amenable

My house used to be right there

Oh it’s a metaphor

For suicide, suicide

It’s just an ad for

Hotdogs, hotdogs

Dancers crunching

Black bar over the eyes

Curled into a ball

In the back of the car

Laughing as night falls

A simulation of war crimes

Some of the worst life (idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot)

Feigned in the car (idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot)

Start true towards (idiot, idiot, idiot)

For the back will meet (idiot, idiot, idiot)

Over the eyes

Curled into a ball in the back (over the eyes)

Over the eyes

Over the eyes

Curled into a ball in the back of the car

Curled into a ball up the hinterlands (sit in the back of the main lane)

Upon avon (of the main lanes)

Upon parking lots

Calling avon, calling avon (I want to, I)

We’ve never (grasping)

Had a sales event quite like this (through the drywall, my house used to)

My house used to be right there

Choke a swan to death

Behind the bleachers

My house used to be right there

Oh it’s a metaphor

For suicide, suicide

Maybe it’s just an ad for