Human

a song to pass the time

let's pull a quixotic line or two 

something about grand gestures and the joy of existing with you

let's pretend you don't fidget when you walk 

past strangers and you never eat in front of them, too

let's put on an act of spectacular proportions 

i'll be the rancorous poet and you my beautifully shattered subject

i am watching you bleed

i am watching you bleed

let's assume you don't mean it when you say the world

is ending and you can feel it in the very marrow of your

bones; are you sure your feelings are yours, my dear? 

let's overlook the dreams in your bed, the asylum where you bled and bled

and every part of you inside me is kicking, screaming

i want out

i want out

this desperation; it's a curious thing