I can read smoke, no joke
I can read smoke, not in this life
When you were a more elegant beast
You cut my throat, there's dance in my blood

The jilted control the narrative
Because that's all that they have left
[?] believe this vulgarity
Mean-spirited air-quotes to wit

Pasolini in New York shouldn't be this boring
fine, people say
The solution finds a way

I can read smoke, and white noise
I can read smoke, driving a dead man's car
Thinking the funk will protect me
Journey through walls, [?] blaze

Pasolini in New York shouldn't be this boring
fine, people say
The solution always finds a way

I can read smoke
I can read smoke