She joked, and cried
And snared my open face
She pressed her belly into mine, and shuddered
We broke the sky
And challenged wrinkled fists
Refused to sleep in fear of never waking
When we escaped their royal claws, we walked out side by side
I think she knows about the feel of lesions burned by pride
And no one dared to face the stare
And feel our dark resolve
We smoked, and drove, and held ourselves upright
As we couldn’t find much else for holding on to
We wrote, we cared
We roamed around our city in the evenings
And I flashed my pale smile
And though we laughed about the snow
I threw up in the sun
And though she crumbled by herself
She’s not the only one
And no one dared to face the stare
I once could know a speechlessness so kind
With her welling eyes shot through with childish wisdom
For soon, we’d find our struggle’s shaken aim
In the trees
We’d settle in the trees, and die there
And if our sweetness wasn’t real, we’d both escape in time
But I was dull, and I began to disbelieve in her fucked up mind
And on she choked, and scraped
And burned herself outside
And she rolled up all the clothes and kids she found there
We groped for why, and came upon what always drives us back again
We’re only getting older still
So now she reads about her gods with make-up lightly smeared
We haven’t needed books to learn to be exactly what we feared
And she don’t care
And I don’t care