You watch the world through scratched glasses,
as the apes fight in their funny jumpsuits.
Something like... he said she said we said we were... and then it was lost.
And my brain is sideways, and my heart is a pool of gushing love in your hand.
There is nothing to fear, but the baton swing hears that one day riot pays off.
In the end, we are all just anemics trying to void sharp objects.
Cutting corners whilst trying not to cut our wrists.
And the twists and the turns of the rhythms we speak burn.
Down our throats, the alcohol coats our memories in gift wrap.
presents for the present as I smile at you, you're smiling back.
And like a slap to the face, the people without names come to attack.
We're stuck in that familiar place, backseats and woodlands like memories of higher ground.
Before rain struck and washed away all that was once around.
And if you know my name, then why do you say it wrong?
And if you know my name, why aren't the feelings gone?
She whispers willow trees breezes on autumn days just like this.
Cool air meeting warm breath, tornado.
Silk binding her hands to a rocking chair.
The one on your porch...
The one your grandfather built.
And just to say yes isn't enough.
It's to say "We say yes" that means the most.
And I'm saying yes while nodding no.
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