The Space Between Chapstick

I heard the radio say we won’t make it the announcer was quite sure of it I’m fearing the sound of sirens Welcoming the sound of detachment From inside out Outside in From last nights drink to tomorrow nights sin Dead on time isn’t my usual agenda, but neither was any of this Showing up fashionably late fashionable Helped ease the conversationalist The man in the corner Dirty wine glasses stack to the brim with sedatives Someone help me I wasn’t supposed to see the criteria Somebody get me out of this fog I can see a shadow holding a rose with comfort Someone get me out of this fog Five seconds before the crash I was illustrating my demise Speaking of you Speaking of me I’ve suffered worse fates in your eyes Five seconds before the garden I was watching your mother crow Speaking of her Speaking of him From the thumping down below This is it, this is the rest of our lives This is what happens when you blink This is the rest of our lives