The spiders that drank us in      Now rotting on our skin      A dusty vacancy lies between you and me      All those nights-polaroid photographs turned white      Sense memory lost like a burial at sea         A model of our love      As shot from high above      With every present tense it loses increments      Six months spent yield only garbage-strewn fragments      Numb endings, all that harsh stimuli smoke rings         Sense memory lost like a burial at sea      Numb endings, all that harsh stimuli smoke rings