Billy The Marble King

I was a puff I was a piece of dust I was a piece of dust Hold on to love Too dumb to be unloved Control disquiet dove Some seeds unsung Sprout up in patterned lungs Climbed up to patterned tongues We found the gun But everyone was done And everything was gone Everyone's done Everything's gone Kid with a gun Kills everyone Privileged and some Too dumb to love Now everyone's done and everything is gone