Slink On Fido

I made the move and didn’t speak.

In oh, so many words, I believe.

I made you offers I couldn’t keep.

How could you know what would come to be.

And if I have you two times,

If it’s only once.

What we made was perfect

but in the coming months,

Out of fear, rose anger,

which later ate the love.

Trying not to stand still,

cause when I do, I’m gone

and oh, so lost.

Prune me to your lie.

I want to be home.

Four letter house,

a typical comb-ing through the day

in your typical way.

Romanticize all the beauty so far along.

So far along.

James, living like a star

but no one cares.

Not because of who you are,

that others bare.

The laughing and the yolk

spilling everywhere

And it’s not like you don’t

know and worse,

You don’t even mind.

You kill and cut

and you don’t even mind.

Never misusing

your golden care.

Deja Vu last time,

which year and where?

Does this remind you

of something you’ve heard.

Does it paint a picture

Does it favor words, Oh, well.

Miss-Mister Who Am I

Mr. Can I Have A Bag

Mr. Peeking Green,

Mr. Blue And Red.

Now sucking up the fire,

because you’re dead.

You’re in the circle and the choir

of the whaling and the wedged.

Have you got somewhere else to go?

A good friend you could call?

Anybody at all?

Anybody at all?

Patience through the high times,

when’s he coming down?

Cause James The Crooked Angel

isn’t James without his crown.

And once to give forever.

Two, to cross the night.

In and through the either

you are washed of light.

Limited thought

comes from this can.

Did I used to be more,

before I began.

The people we are,

so suddenly born.

So quickly became

what could never be more.