I.
Let me walk you home. Come on, the way you came
is not the only way back, and aren’t you just a little boring
if all you’re doing is going back and forth?
We could all drown tomorrow. We could all die.
Why don’t you just let your shoulders drop
lie down, lie, lie, and so will I. Wow,
you have no idea just what you are worth.
Now smile. I am falling. In love? Falling for sure.
Lie here, you look vulnerable, I can’t leave
so I’ll stay with you, oh love love, for a while.
II.
Drink this. Look at my eyes and how the grow wide
at just the sight of your smile. To be honest, it’s not there-
what I care about. You know what that is?
I bet you don’t, don’t you think? Have a drink.
Stop talking, please. Your smile and your mind
are just so mesmerising, but I don’t want you to think.
I don’t want what’s on your face or in your head.
I’m hungry. I’d like to eat you. No?
Well, until you change that brain of yours
I’ll keep you all wrapped up and treat you
so well, you’ll be so safe and confined instead.
III.
Why the crying? What are you crying about?
Hurt? Do you really think people hurt other people?
That brain of yours. You’re just a sea made of tears
and a lot of little locked doors. Getting hurt,
that’s a choice. You’re weak, that’s why
you should listen to me sing louder than you speak
and you can follow my voice. Follow it
and I’ll follow you to your home. Silly, little,
silly, fiddle, little fears. I’ll kick all the doors down
and confiscate you. Odd vulnerable little thing
shouldn’t be alone. I’ll make sure you don’t drown.
IV.
I’m not saying it’s the end of the road
or the beginning of one. I was just a big smile, really.
A big curved way around from one eye to the other.
Did you see the rest of me? You saw what you wanted
to believe. I rescued you. You trapped me
and so now we’re both out stranded, very far.
I know you thought you knew the way back home
but odd, little, vulnerable thing- ready for confiscation
in exchange for what, confirmation?
Do you even know where you are?
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC
I.
Let me walk you home. Come on, the way you came
is not the only way back, and aren’t you just a little boring
if all you’re doing is going back and forth?
We could all drown tomorrow. We could all die.
Why don’t you just let your shoulders drop
lie down, lie, lie, and so will I. Wow,
you have no idea just what you are worth.
Now smile. I am falling. In love? Falling for sure.
Lie here, you look vulnerable, I can’t leave
so I’ll stay with you, oh love love, for a while.
II.
Drink this. Look at my eyes and how the grow wide
at just the sight of your smile. To be honest, it’s not there-
what I care about. You know what that is?
I bet you don’t, don’t you think? Have a drink.
Stop talking, please. Your smile and your mind
are just so mesmerising, but I don’t want you to think.
I don’t want what’s on your face or in your head.
I’m hungry. I’d like to eat you. No?
Well, until you change that brain of yours
I’ll keep you all wrapped up and treat you
so well, you’ll be so safe and confined instead.
III.
Why the crying? What are you crying about?
Hurt? Do you really think people hurt other people?
That brain of yours. You’re just a sea made of tears
and a lot of little locked doors. Getting hurt,
that’s a choice. You’re weak, that’s why
you should listen to me sing louder than you speak
and you can follow my voice. Follow it
and I’ll follow you to your home. Silly, little,
silly, fiddle, little fears. I’ll kick all the doors down
and confiscate you. Odd vulnerable little thing
shouldn’t be alone. I’ll make sure you don’t drown.
IV.
I’m not saying it’s the end of the road
or the beginning of one. I was just a big smile, really.
A big curved way around from one eye to the other.
Did you see the rest of me? You saw what you wanted
to believe. I rescued you. You trapped me
and so now we’re both out stranded, very far.
I know you thought you knew the way back home
but odd, little, vulnerable thing- ready for confiscation
in exchange for what, confirmation?
Do you even know where you are?
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