Perfect Fit

we set out across country the first perfect fit and i

so far removed from expectation, the desert hardly

harbored life

not much coming through, eyes slit face to the light

when we finally fired the engine or when the engine

finally died

laying flat across the desert, the perfect fit was left

to dry

the hands stopped moving from just waiting

no, you couldn't be alive

the final hitch, the great discovery, to hold your hands

you'd have to lie

i swear i never was that easy, the perfect fit was left

to dry

i bet there's not that much left of you

no, you couldn't be alive

from here there's only faint emulsion

no, you couldn't be alive

not as great as saying nothing talking to myself