every song is a window
and for twenty years
i would break the glass
really get in there
y'know?
sometimes i'd cut my hands
or elbows climbing through
but the blood
made it real
pain made it real
i
miss
that
my nose is pressed up to the glass
tonight
and
it looks beautiful
i can hear the blood in my veins
screaming
it wants to be
let out
it pools in my fist
except where the knuckles are white
the blood is ready to dance
the blood is
always
ready to dance
but i don't want a mess
to clean up in the morning
so i turn the music off
for another night
and those first few seconds of quiet
are boring
and brutal
and sad
but i try to remind myself
the blood and i don't have
the moves we used to
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