Piggy back

Over poison ivy

You get brushed a thousand times

But I’m above you, flying

Double feature

Outdoor screens

Reruns, new ones, going steady

What does it all mean?

If we cut to the chase would I still be running

Would it all fall apart as I left you there

If I stopped biting my tongue could I ever stop twisting your words so I wouldn’t have to care

You are habit, I am pain

Conversation with the rain

Hurt me, baby

With your smile

Please don’t trust me when I say

I can go another mile

I’ll break my heart

To stop your bleeding

But I can’t let you in my mind

No, can’t give you that vision

If we cut to the chase would I still be running

Would it all fall apart as I left you there

If I stopped dragging my feet would you understand me or would you still believe my goods were rare

You are content, I’m unmoored

Conversation with the storm

If we cut to the chase would I still be running

Would it all fall apart as I left you there

If I stopped trying so hard would it all fade away, would it even be fair?

You shouldn’t take what I gave

Conversation with the grave