When the Mark Gets Hit

In bloom, the body the boxes The bottom of you The top of a staircase Chime in, the hum of the highway The glaze of the sun The heat on my forehead A joke, like a hat on a casket It's gonna get real Before I can fake it There's you, I don't wanna feel it I don't wanna feel I don't wanna feel this I'm off, catch up with a coffee A wallet still zipped The clutter within me Unwind the yarn in the closet The love from a scarf My hands from your body A sign, a bicoastal rainbow The day that she died Yet somehow I'm pathless I stand alone in your driveway Each star is a god Alone on each axis I might quit when the mark gets hit I don't know what else to do On the cusp cue the giving up When the lyin's on the loose Please don't quit when the mark gets hit I'm just angry without you On the cusp cue the making up I don't know what else to do If you see this through Then I'll see this through If you see this through I might quit when the mark gets hit I don't know what else to do On the cusp cue the giving up When the lyin's on the loose Please don't quit when the mark gets hit I'm just angry without you On the cusp cue the making up I don't know what else to do And I'll see this through If you see this through