Transparent, Not Real

We’re too fragile

Not real anymore

We’re of spray-paint

We’re the wooden shack wall

Scriptures on her

Of no mind

Deaf clouds riding

Thru the night

Not real

Transparent

Not real

We’re too honest

In our fear

Cool stars see us

Pretty near

In their frost

Where we stand

Pleasure falls red

From your hands

Not real

Transparent

Not real

We’re both broken

Nuptial minds

Rings of smoke

Left behind

We’re a record

Full of scratch

Our denial

Can’t be matched

Not real

Transparent

Not real