We reduce our words to mere talking
Happiness is an entangled heart and mind
Mellow are the landmines
That blow up all our skies
We are drying our flypaper
In your sunlight
The heat and rhythm
Make you blind
So sell me
Your skyscrapers
And movie theaters
Tonight
These signals are dry
And so are your hands
Chapped lips
Don't make many men grin
But your lipstick is invisible
Like painted nails and murals
On the floor of my bedroom
We fold the laundry
And dry our towels in the Sun

How can there be thirteen windows in a house but never a door when you need one?

What is your weapon of choice
Go on you can tell me
I really don’t need to defend myself
Are you ready for a fight
Or a father figure to come rescue you
From tonight’s estranged entanglement
We shared our stories with the lightning
Broadcast on your stereos
The radio beckons us to listen
We are shifting into higher definition
Our ancestors bellow across the airwaves
We were framed and failed to recognize
The actual price we paid for our freedom
It's irrelevant and not reverential
To deny the light it's own fantasy of vision
We are deterred by sedentary slaves
Afraid of falling into better circumstances
Inertia is always the last man standing
I confess my ignorance to you again
It's a gamble or a preamble waiting to happen
Can you really imagine me taking your examples for granted
Taking time to untangle my differences
In atavistic states of participation mystique
And undifferentiated ecstasy
Mistakes are made too easily
At what cost are we lost to our friends and families
I believe in love at first grip
When your lips ripped me open
I instantly slipped into the hands
Of your embezzlement

This is a new document
I hesitate to efface it with words
Life is like a blank slate
Obscured before it is ever even spoken
It's a clean start to a ***** finish
What we begin has already ended
Yet it lives inside of us waiting to be reborn
Tonight we reside in flaming letters
Comfort is a breath away from being broken
So hold me and observe me in my shyness
We fit together like crying children
This symmetry is obviously oblivious
But we'll miss the bus if we keep talking nonsense
Sometimes we take our silence a bit too seriously
And you were always free to agree or disagree with anything
But plausible denial has always been a bit above my paygrade

Love is a burning feeling in my gut
Besieged by fear and retribution
We reduced ourselves to ashes
We are accents and accidents
Rented by teenage time-travelers
On the lonely road to happiness
We are shattered tornadoes
And bruised background checks
We are appetites of coercion
In the hands of any man with a cigarette
We are assassins in the making
And there are always lawyers for the taking
We are the dragons teeth
Eating our own weaknesses
We are revealing images of infinite healing
Hungry for your eyes and immune to stealing
We are sheets of paper baked in an oven
We are the numberless occupants
Of another abandoned apartment building
We are shouting matches and fireplaces
Lit with nimble little fingers
When your hands have become eyes
You are slower to lift them to the sky
So you cover up your secrets
With the fabric of space and time
We shine our strength and our sorrow
When all of it's the same
Both yesterday and tomorrow
Tonight we are appointed
To watch over these sacred grounds
For nothing shall ever happen
If we don't speak it from our mouth
And love is only music
Using language to find it's sound
We are dominant-handed people
Who know too much about your scorn
We are contacts covering translucent corneas
Petrified with doubt and looking inside out
We are always a little troubled
By the thought of being left out

I hear music as i'm drifting in and out of consciousness
We are all lotus flowers in denial of our fingerprints