angel weather


she

doesn't

own a clock

the sound of an early morning

shooting star

her exit

that pillow


all of the above


look fresh

say something

you know she can make it better

she says it's

angel weather


angel weather

when clouds break open

across a painted desert


think hard

do something

you'll make it worse before

you let her

smooth you


born better then she shows

you need much less

then you know

how much you can lose

if you sacrifice the car

to the adobe gods

run for her

run for her