Anne Aviar Lyrics

Human boy voice.
Lying still again.
Carves like water.

Carves like water.
All attention
span stamina.

Tragically average.
So seventh grade.
So second rate.

My father was
a salesman.
I'm gonna be a sailor.

Passive smarcasm.
A fake i.d.
Jaded sullenness.
And always that
dull headache.