Penny - The Shift to "N" lyrics

-g is that the inside has no walls -sheetrocked in bills or blessed with holy paint- To dangle from one's power cord Non-rule No. 1: If you burn yourself on a pre-swallowed cell-forming fire The little buds on your tongue just might all melt into one Do the blank page float: A self suspended between two lines Like the curve of a question mark Which opens at its side Like a net to taste what lives within the wind And filters it through its stringed-together stomach before it dries Without chance to do some trimming It was the fourth time this month She'd super-glued her hands to the railing; Took a slice of rearview mirror to pry them off- She admits she mistook it for the pair of crutches St. Peters sold to her last year when she'd asked of God's real name It's the annual hand-carved banister clear out: Selling the extra padding back to the makers Donating the open space to the quick-to-grip... pers The trick is in the afterbuild- Laying out the self accordingly - curves n' all (and even certain modern architects have given up on the right angle) A healthy hand of freedom Accompanies removing nails that A good cushion of pages and mid-forest guessed steps Only grabbing for doorknobs to shift weight comfortably- Take a break from the ground war And at the same hour each night She tucks her eyes into her lap And only dreams with the lights on; And as every expected morning fades back in The sun continues to press the blinds against the wall she wakes up along It's the running in-and-out of shadows barefoot therapy And statistics show it's healthier for your feet Than too-tight shoes There's no counting on artificial light It's powerless to a human switch Besides, it only takes a moment for seeing to adjust- A simple exercise for the lid hugger: Stretching the eye's frame to fit memories in the making Working with the same materials- It's okay to create The scariest thin...