The yellow tape means she's already dead. You've already lost.
Harbinger cause announcing effect, out of respect.
Now it's the neck starting to throb.
Next it's that tremor in your hands — no, it's not in your hands.
The ounces of sweat, down to your chest.
All of your plots and your plans tossed in the can.
Isn't it obvious that logic says the more honest the man,
the more likely he is to be hobbled again?
The sobriquet: reports at 10. Evening news. Bedtime blues.
The caveat crawls into a calloused coma: death by fugue.
My state is surrounded by drowning. A river runs through it;
your little lungs knew it would be a physical nuisance
but still insisted we try. Could've stayed dry,
but there's land beyond the ransom letters that litter the drive.
Check the escape hatch. Did any spirits survive?
Bereavement's contrived, part of a culture that tosses grieving aside.
Two vacation checks to lay to rest all of our deepest good-byes,
then we're back on the beach for another weekend of lies.
The sanctuary pews do offer a cushion to kneel,
yet too often we're absconding for a push of the needle.
Cautionary losses: Sell the stock at its peak.
But while we're rushing to deal, loyal to options and leaks,
they roll our souls out for the optimum lease.
It's obvious we're not up to speed. Trampled and bent
as we fight our way back up the same hills their mansions attend.
Saddled with debt, we've got our headphones turnt.
Beats By Dreams. The bass ensures the end won't hurt.
Release and breathe. Speed through seas with the engine loud.
But please return to your seat before the exits crowd.
Now let's return to the scene. First, shed a tear for the Vine
and find that right darkened filter for an Insta-feelings confide.
Yes, she's gone now. But was she ever here or a lie?
You'd be surprised at what a mirror can hide.
So we're driving. This broken path so wearily winds.
So we're driving. The plains make plain we're reaching the sky.
No, we're not driving. Never were. Losing what's real.
The route of all evil runs right over us. We're too numb to feel.
|