Fatalist Palmistry

I sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
 And coffin rehersal
 I know a psychic who reads her own palms
 And her findings are personal
 She keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
 Well maybe she knows something i don't know
 But i am still alive in love and
 Wide eyed in my time
 Not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
 Your cat clawed out my eyes while i's
 Distracted by your smile
 And now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
 And you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating
 'Anna and nathan'
 Anna, i'm patient
 But your painted pony is fading
 Lost like a snakeskin in high grass
 And out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
 You count them blessings cause your net worth
 Oughta be less cream in your best dreams
 But god put a song on my palm
 That you can't read
 I'm lucky to be under
 This same sky that held
 The exhale from your first breath
 Like a ring on a pillow of clouds
 By you my tongue may stutter
 But my gift heart screams clear and swells
 To burst between the wrapped lengths
 Of its bowed ribbon cell
 But i am still alive in love and
 Wide eyed in my time
 Not a mummy shinking in its cloths
 There's a moth flock in my gut growing
 A tug at my groin like tides trying to
 Pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them
 And when we say your name our tongues catch flame
 And you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
 But your painted pony is fading
 Lost like a snakeskin in high grass
 And out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
 You count them blessings cause your net worth
 Oughta be less cream in your best dreams
 But god put a song on my palm
 That you can't read
 I'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see