Bleach

A vision quest to avalanche
Blood work done over Mary Jo
High-speed pursuit to we’re coming out
A cell phone ring to accident prone
A tangled mess to smothered in hugs
Passive behavior over something vague
Pink envelopes to I hate it too
Prognosis set to cemetery gates
Do you get it
Does it make sense
Do you get it
Are you on the fence
I can’t make time for things
That I’d rather ignore
Just bury my head with a soundtrack
That gives me more
Bleach the noise