If you can think about it Would it be so terrible? The spoils of a war to be split No-one carries the winner’s flag And if I did, it’d break my back I’m no rider on the storm Any more than I’m a poster girl for you
So throw it out Gather back the shattered remnants Sweep up what’s left And call it ‘art’ Or call it an experiment A test of reserve A nerve of steel A way to break a heart
Or ten hearts Who cares? Who even knows? or would be interested?
And, darling, what’s the worth Of a life gone to ruin Decay was always my favourite aesthetic my life best lived was always gonna be a mess it’s my way, my way, my way but **** climbing a Hollywood hill for a view of what coulda been
it never was a rosy tale nor a highlight in the dark a silly, idle freak of me a way to break a heart a way to break a heart a way to keep the spirit hot and feel as though the heat was coming up from somewhere else across and beyond the spires the dreaming places of a mind gone to hell and back
seeing in the dark isn’t just for cats it’s for ones who can’t abide the light we learn to read in shadows making sense of lumps and bumps feeling our way along the landing stubbing toes and cracking hips and bending to imaginary swords