Being There

2, 000 people in this God forsaken crest of a town Am I the only one to keep the balance To count the half second before midnight To bring philosophy to a women's monthly And call it quits You don't know And you could never be there Cause when you're there You're down Betrayed by wet seals in vast grocery markets Betrayed by the heavy weight of a manicure And beaten down by the harsh scent Of the after sex Too cruel to shake it's fuming head in our direction But too serene to keep you shaking And why why would anyone want that 6 people in this God forsaken house God doesn't even give it the right to call it a home God sends it with two teeth and an ugly birthmark God doesn't grant the wishes of a ten year old On her two knees praying for her savior And wringing her lungs of tears 'till morning And you could never be there Cause when you're there You're shivering from the cold And a swollen belly that's been empty for days Empty of food water sleep and comfort Empty of God's infinite grace and empathy And why shouldn't you be for the things you've done The naughty things a ten year old does The sticky curious findings we shoved in our mouths And why why would anyone want that 4 people on this God forsaken island I call my mind Sylvia the silver tongued snake Vintent the red breasted songbird And the man whose name is not to be mentioned Myself the whole idiotic lot of me that dances with thought We're counting the days off 'till new year to give up our one last dream And you could never be there Cause when you're there You're different And the silent squabble of thoughts isn't enough to get you off And people pride themselves on a trait they can never achieve And you're the whisper of this town this house this mind Marooned by an entity of passion Separated from the depth of nothing big but neutral But given freedom in a red dress And you could never be there And God why would you want to And God from a ten year old a sixteen year old Why why would anyone want that