Soft Shell Casing

Carcass evens out sand Skin lands in your hands Push past tainted smiles for better lands Call me When we reach the peak of boiling and I've sweat out all my provisions I'll answer No need to memorize nonsense in your numbers stead I will always know your name And it plays like the knocking of two outside a manger There is nothing holy here but lessons taught in down times And so I practice dance for ballrooms I will never tread You have never and will never see me Call me and I'll tell you how it's supposed to go and you can teach her, them It's too pretty outside to lose my mind but you have it Blow heat on kerosene and burn down your own monument I'm tired