In the not too far off distance I here the faint splashing of an indie song, That reminds me of you ?
Maybe not of you, But your gait And if I want to reminisce about Your demeanor I will twist And gnarl and damage the song To be who you were,
To me , it is as if Whenever I think of the grand entrance Of the natural history museum you are there On the steps, in a deceitful black dress
And I weep like a wound infected Half because you are heaven An eighth because you are a day at the DMV Or worse
I’m not alone I have a partner for checkers The computer But I find that you can’t have a laugh About how bad you are With someone that much better than you
I’m now on loan But what a strange feeling it is to own Half of someone Like when you take a lean On a car, Sure, the bank could take it back
But would they understand the eight-week-old, Chulupa in the back seat? Would anyone understand
Your tongue? Or might they **** The life out of it Only to cut it out later
I recognize the song And draw it closer to me I have bent the sound to fit me, To suit you, Fake- deaf, I tune it out Only to have my conk- shell –for- an- ear Throw it back up in a fishy -mess
Then it laughs at me and says, “Don’t be silly now, I’m your song forever.”
I can’t handle that So I run away leaving my brain Behind My brain is on the ground bleeding Saying, “Oh! How embarrassing to wear red after my birthday!”