We talk of love as thought it were not
Right in front of us
Running us ragged
Tossing us into the wind
Throwing us about the waves
We talk about past loves as though
They didn’t kill us to mention
Didn’t send us into a jealous rage
Or tightened fists – at the thought
Of anyone else with each other
We talk in metaphors – poems
About each other
Making up ghost people
Ghost people that we don’t mind breaking
That can’t break us
As we talk – our hearts expand
Knowing the truth behind these words
Waiting, waiting for us to realize
Speaking will do no more good
It’s time to make an action.
You’re my coma, sir
Thank you for keeping me out of this land
Where every time I try to fly
People pull me down
And then tell me it’s because it’s impossible
Where every time I let my body be
They tell me to change it because it doesn’t fit
People pull me to their level
But you’re the only universe I want to be in
You’re the only destruction that makes sense
Religion is whip cream on the mountain tops
Of a world that doesn’t even know just how
Loving they are except when they’re spooning
Their neighbor and trying to think how they’ll
Push this memory into their subconscious
And then maybe have someone dig it out later
So they can spend the rest of the lives
Trying to get over something that they loved
Maybe we’re asking the wrong questions
And maybe the only important thing is that
We’re asking questions no matter what they are
And jesus jesus we’ve evidently built a world around you
Maybe just a shrine or maybe something else
You’re just sitting there wondering why
People love you but not themselves
Thank you for keeping me out of this land
Where every time I try to fly
People pull me down
And then tell me it’s because it’s impossible
Where every time I let my body be
They tell me to change it because it doesn’t fit
People pull me to their level
But you’re the only universe I want to be in
You’re the only destruction that makes sense
Religion is whip cream on the mountain tops
Of a world that doesn’t even know just how
Loving they are except when they’re spooning
Their neighbor and trying to think how they’ll
Push this memory into their subconscious
And then maybe have someone dig it out later
So they can spend the rest of the lives
Trying to get over something that they loved
Maybe we’re asking the wrong questions
And maybe the only important thing is that
We’re asking questions no matter what they are
And jesus jesus we’ve evidently built a world around you
Maybe just a shrine or maybe something else
You’re just sitting there wondering why
People love you but not themselves
The dramatic overture standing ovation of
Smart lasses and smart asses and god life goes on
For it’s the next morning of drunken memories
And eyes swollen shut that the numbness sets in
Or starts to wear off and sometimes it’s hard to tell
Which heart I was wearing last night sometimes I
Just can’t tell and mistakenly feel the pain course
Through me and it’s time to put myself back