Make me taller, smaller, cleaner, meaner.
My arms stretch out across a winter sunset. My head tilts to god.
Make me truer, dreamer, bluer, schemer.
I am shouting.
Do you want me at a faster pace and pitch? Do you want a timid stumble? Do you want me proud or humble? Nice girl or nasty bitch?
I stretch my body backwards so that my head bends between my legs. My monster hands are backwards too and leveled on still water. I whisper through a broken throat.
I'm flexible. Customize me.