Matches - Glom

I’m out of my head

I’m all out of shape

You’re on my radar

But not in my aim

You tell me you want me

The know-hows appear

Looking through your eyes

I look in the mirror

Bleach only one thing

The rest I can keep

Under my matches

Where my things don’t speak

Get off my mountain

I’ll be here for weeks

I’ll tell you my thoughts when

My knees feel relief

My neck is still creaking

I can’t stop thinking

But I’m out of my head

But I love everything