Sam Bisbee Follow

You corner like a miracle car
Everywhere I look you are
Above the earth, below the stars
I'd call this love if I could see that far
Wrapped up in your plastic suit
Dancing in your rubber boots
Don't you know you can pollute me?
Pollute me

You spin me like a merry-go-round
Always up, always down
Definately silence, definately sound
Hundred percent, pound for pound
Sheets of solid green velour
Mirrored ceilings, mirrored floor
Don't you know I've been waiting for you
To pollute me

Your slasher film, you terrify
Your love story, you death-defy
Your shoot-'em-up, your cold drive-by
You're a tragedy, laugh till I cry
Sense-surround porno queen
High-definition poetry
And I only want to screen you
So pollute me