North Pole in Summer

I seem to know

The phoney pattern of your lonely road

I don’t agree

With all the sticks and stones you turned on me

(But there it is, and I followed)

And I am not, I know I’m not

A waifish wordsmith in complete control

But hear me out

I’m very worried for your hairless soul

(I’ve kept this all inside)

And who’s to blame?

Who’s to blame?

I see you thru the window and you’re acting in your one man show

Who’s to blame?

The light’s insane

I don’t trust the North Pole in Summer

Who’s to blame?

Who’s to blame?

Tonight

I had the thought

We’d climb together up the mountain top

And now I see

Your always forty steps in front of me

(I don’t know what the rush is)

I may seem strong, I’m kinda strong (but my wobbly knees)

I’m cracking my own back just to belong

I can’t believe

I spent this time searching for poetry.

(I really can’t tell you why)

And who’s to blame?

Who’s to blame?

I don’t know how to drive but I know you’re not driving us so safe

Am I to blame?

I feel insane.

I don’t trust the North Pole in Summer

Who’s to blame?

Who’s to blame?

Tonight.

I see you want to feed the fight

Consider

And wonder if so, why

I see you walk in fear tonight

Tinker

With what you invite