My Ships

My ships are frozen sticks, they lay stuck to the floor

My wrists and my breasts are bleeding bricks, they don't float anymore

And my tongue, it's a carbon scroll, doesn't burn anymore

And my friends are all useless lens, they don't see anymore

And all of my chicks are all useless hens, they don't lay anymore

And my fists are plastic dice, they're the shape of the sun

And my love is a so long song, gone forevermore

And I like where I, yeah, I love where I

And I like where I live