"Perfect Song Poem" lyrics

Are the tracks rusty? They are brown, old car, pretty eyes, drug dealer penny
They sound smooth unless they don't want to
I like to womb wobble. That's the only time I see my mother
My cowboy hat on my knee laughing at me with self imposed bear grease
God poured sand all over this place
Old buildings maybe now being mountains, your knees. Everyone ignores that
Why dwell in the past. At the end of this track is someone with green eyes and black pants
I am bringing her some. Burnt tree blue jeans
Mama can I make my fingers rabbits against the window with everything passing? Even the rabbits
Pink as me before sun hit me and maybe some fluffy fast white if you're promising you'll go with us?
The fucking world is a thin toy store and time stacks broken Buicks and the sky calls them mountains
I developed the skill of being left by leaving
My new leaving is toward you in orange light and clothes sliding down in small Leon cameo
Your field trip fruit making me nervous as I watch every ant I'm jealous of eat you from school bus windows
You're If the Bible had peach fuzz and came in wooden crates
Please walk with me, ring finger splinter and let's sweat in perfect song