Psychobabble
eyes that once swam through the hair on the back of my head
lips that once held float above the atmosphere
you are my oxygen
and i’m the thorn in your side
the knife that slipped from my hands
fell through the cracks in all of our plans
you are my shoulder
and i’m the rock in your shoe
i blink you away
the machine in my chest that keeps me breathing
i dont want a favor heart in pity for the empty sigh
they switch off with closed eyes
the machine in my head that keeps me going
i cant watch a pity heart with a favor left
all cliche emotional descent aside
the tissue in the machine that denies up-turned corners
a display of emotion, automatic self-expression
obvious when denied
i cant let an empty body be somebody’s anybody
i wont take anybody’s somebody
i just want to want nobody
i just want no body tonight
i’ve got another hour to go
can you feel me stepping in, sinking forward?
i try not to let it bother me
i’m slowed down in a landslide at the speed of light
should have, could have, would have,
but i didn’t so i’m not gonna
sit around here any longer
maybe i’ll try later, maybe
there are people just standing around
once in a while they make unfamiliar sounds
in passing through the folds of destiny
time and space are irrelevant, relatively
i’ve got another eon to go
you are my one fatal moment
and i’m the key ingredient in the fabric of this perception
