it's rock paper scissors as to whether

i will get over you at all

it's hand against hand and both hands are mine

it's standing in a circular line

which is not to say that i'm not also happy

a happy meal with a surprise inside

surprise surprise here's another bright light in your eyes

exposing all the stuff you're not calculating enough to hide



this melancholy that i carry makes me feel so grown up

at my kitchen table doing shots of resignation

i never thought i'd see the day when i would say i give up

and break the stallions of my wildest expectations



i do not want to know you this way

surrounded by so much pain

but how am i supposed to let go of you this way

like a bird into the sky of my brain?



i think i could accept all these dark colors

as just part of some bigger color scheme

if it wasn't for that drippy string quartet of sadness

underscoring each smiling scene

desire drags me right out of myself

a gas-soaked rope tied to a piece of coal

and i'm getting pretty good at looking at the bright side

while the flames rip along the sand and swallow me whole