Sunday Song

In seven years time, I will wake up and sigh
Every cell in my body has died
And I will make tea and build myself a fire
And examine my work with pride

And I will eat sweet yellow peaches
And lick my fingers clean
And I will burst like a flower from the earth knowing you
Have never touched me

And I will burn everything you ever saw me in
I will grow a new layer of skin

And I will fix my eyes on the ground
As I pass you on the way uptown
Watching your fingerprints as they fall from my face
I will look you in the eyes and feel nothing
I will look you in the eyes and feel nothing