New paper. Same place
New words for a new face
Sit by me and read my words
Over my shoulder where she wasn’t heard
Trying to learn what makes me tick?
Or trying to learn what makes me sick?
So you can take it and never quite end
Making your best effort to just be friends
Just barely above water, but you’re still breathing
Don’t drink the water, but question what you’re eating
Disorder in the cohorts until they need emergency trachs
So that all of us can stomach and ignore each others mistakes
Pillow talk. Squabbles flock
You would rest easy if she weren’t ready to walk
She’s no longer reading any of my words
And we listen to each other but nothing’s heard
She stops from time to time to look me in the eyes
But I’m still preparing a eulogy for when it all dies
She says to him: “I love you…” he says to her: “I know…”
Now alone they both say: “That wasn’t how it was supposed to go…”
She’s walked by twice now; to prove to him she’s still alive?
While he kicks under the surface, struggling to survive
Disorder in the cohorts until they need emergency numbing
So that all of us can relax, and ignore each others shortcomings
Stop that! No wait, go on
We keep looking and we’re never done
Stand over me and then recite my words
It never stops, it won’t stop, or haven’t you heard?
I’m about to leave the thought, until I think of the physical
Then I’m sucked in again to those thoughts that are trivial
Are you trying to be noticed or are you trying to hide?
Talk amongst yourselves and we’ll all try to decide.
The mind begins to open but we’re still a bit foggy
I’d have understood what to do if I weren’t so mentally groggy
Disorder in the cohorts until they need emergency lobotomies
So that all of us can think it through, and ignore each others inadequacies
Don’t wait; don’t hesitate
And absolutely never commiserate
When she’s gone I playback all of her words
I found I was talking to myself but everyone heard
There’s a certain subtlety that can only be seen when you don’t look
And she’s the genuine article that you can’t read about in books
Things are on the up and up with old symptoms on the decline
But when under this constant beratement you can’t tell me we’re fine
Run your mouth to the point of exhaustion to tell me why you’re leaving
You attempt to ease my mind, move your lips but you’re not saying anything
Disorder in the cohorts until they need emergency glossectomies
So that all of us can finally speak independently, and ignore each others incapabilities
Look over, then decide against
Over look and decide she’s best
You can’t find a way to describe her with normal words
She gives you a listen but ultimately thinks you’re absurd
As it happens they’re always walking in the opposite direction
But in that moment you lock eyes, there’s a silent perfection
Neither of you has said anything, and neither of you will
Just pass by each other sans drama, in a moment that can’t be killed
Open your eyes and disregard what makes them want to close
We see only what limits us, and in the end it’s all anyone knows
Disorder in the cohorts until they need emergency enucleations
So that all of us can finally see, and ignore each others imperfections