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my car and i cry together
at the exact same time
and it misses too
how you used to drive us around
the smiles radiated love
it felt like purpose
we thought that it was
my car and i cry
at the very same moments
and sometimes that's in the street
other times we're just trying to rest
my car understands
the lengths and distances we must go now
to be happy
and it's hard
on us
"we were too raw to go on"
in my search and plight for the most downtrodden man
as if i could even assist, with these tear sodden hands
i spoke the only thing i ask of you
just warn me when you'll be leaving soon
he replied that's what any human being would do
but i've loved robots and statues,
dreams and lies for less
the truth remains, i am too weak and dishonest to protest
i've watched the sun set
over some odd years
it's almost finished now
i must be almost finished
the glassy mirror shows me more that i despise
than the shallow surface of her glassy eyes
and i threw rocks at her window
i left notes at her door
i rode passenger in her car
that was not the same vehicle as before
i cried and i begged, i sat in silence for 2190 days
i talked and talked and talked to everyone as if i wouldn't be betrayed
i found a friend or two
who stayed
and stayed
and stayed
i shattered all the jars and all the vases
crying through a sappy smile at all the disarray
"I know that I'm in love, but I know I'm out of touch
and I know that I get dumb when I can sense something's up
and then I bottom out
european tailspin
scrawling messages out on my pale skin in hopes they
get mailed in
before the ink poisoning takes effect
and it gets smudged 'cause I budge before letting paint
set
I get judged by the ones who have shelter and rain
checks
while I trudge through the mud because this foreign
terrain's wet
regain consciousness, then lose common sense
the ominous, dark skies that lie between me and
providence are signs
the obvious answer isn't standing on your face with
stilettos on
if you pop the question wrong
every song's a post afterthought, but I won't grab the
chalk
to outline my body of work
toe tags get caught in my teeth 'cause my foot is in my
mouth
and the spurs are in my words, so my tongue can't
dismount
even after our rapport had fully run its course
I couldn't figure out the most heroic time to jump from the horse
and place this old hat for the last time on the coat
rack
but I'd donate all my earnings from the race just to
know that
resisting urges to go back and get it later
like the milk would unsour itself in the refrigerator
a wet boy in a dry, dry state
on an old country road where tradition has a blind date
I'll make it dance on its own grave tonight
with a change of direction by the pale moonlight
and if it needs theme music, I'll break out the
bagpipes
play a tune you ghostwrote me in a past life that goes
like ..."
"It was a small thing, but it was a thing,
and things have a way of either dying or growing,
and it wasn't dying."
