(Chorus)
O sing, dream cartographers of Crushed Milk!
We've got eel-colored hearts and gelatin souls,
The dandelion crowns, the forgotten bowls—
Cracked, cracked like the teeth of the moon.

(Verse 1)
You count the moths under the streetlamp,
their wings breaking on light,
and say, Tell me how it feels to stay still in the fire.

My coat is stitched from cut-up dreams,
the night stretching, thin, around us.
Your voice drops, Would you steal me if I asked?

(Chorus)
O sing, dream cartographers of Crushed Milk!
We've got eel-colored hearts and gelatin souls,
The dandelion crowns, the forgotten bowls—
Cracked, cracked like the teeth of the moon.

(Verse 2)
In the diner, you scribble, What would you take?
The ink bleeds out in your fingerprints.
I say, The smell of burnt coffee, the dust on your mouth.

We run, parking lot slick with last night’s rain,
you shout, Catch me if you want the answer,
and I’m chasing, pulse rattling like a fistful of keys.

(Chorus)
O sing, dream cartographers of Crushed Milk!
We've got eel-colored hearts and gelatin souls,
The dandelion crowns, the forgotten bowls—
Cracked, cracked like the teeth of the moon.

(Outro)
the napkin crumpled in my pocket—Take it, take it all.
Eyes closed, I’m tasting burnt sugar and iron,
knowing somewhere you’re lighting matches in daylight.

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