[00:00.662]Let's fess up to fire CrackerJack snacks[00:07.590]And a piggy bank built and filled to be spilled and broken[00:14.247]Hammy fat fingers pinch clammy cold coins[00:18.239]All the leaves left wither a sickly brittle brown[00:31.261]I'm dying to tell you I'm dying[00:37.902]I don't need a reason[00:59.947]You've got yourself such a comfortable trap[01:06.600]Yes, I am talking to you[01:09.003]Yes, I know this is shameless[01:13.505]Yes, I am talking to you[01:16.434]You've got yourself such a comfortable trap[01:27.611](Detail):[01:43.568]A matinee of sunshine ribbons on a sheetless mattress[01:45.695]Moonlighting as swooning[01:47.287]Moonlight isn't really from the moon at all[01:49.147]I am shining smiles and flowery glows[01:53.931]I am drunk in the breeze in the park chasing kites and splashing puddles[01:56.063]Forget-me-nots in my gut[01:58.444]That's what you get[02:00.303]We nibbled our butter cookie rings to the knuckle[02:03.495]Artichoke trophies choked down through Nevada sandy enzymes[02:06.435]Past ribs choking scorching hearts[02:08.556]Down to an autotrophic stomach[02:12.005]I called her June until late last spring[02:14.671]Quite possibly March leap year[02:17.331]Automatic trophies aren't shit