Close To the Bone
Christina knows a thing or two about sacrifice
Ceaseless days, cold offices and numbers
Checkin' catalogs for the remnant of a social life
Eats her lunches at her desk, yet she's dying from hunger
But there's a medal on her neck
And should the overlords inspect,
It stands as a reminder
That there's at least one other martyr
Who had a cross --
Maybe all's not lost
She wears it close
Close to the bone
All her life been kept in line
And she's been there all alone
Corinne was never like other teenage girls
A shaved head in a high school of mile-high hairdos
Punk rock treated like a misfit in the disco world
And those jocks and guidettes say whatever they care to
But there's a secret near her breast
To why she ain't like all the rest
A terrible reminder
That back at home there is a father
Likes little games --
Oh what a cryin' shame
She hides it close
Close to the Bone
All her life pushed out of line
Disaffected and alone
Move your hands out of the way
And show your heart
I see flickers of a soul
Is how I know it's blowin' apart
There's a war being waged inside
Maybe protest or maybe it's pride
Your personal reminder
That everybody's a stranger
Battling the world --
So don't sweat it, girl
Hold it close
Close to the Bone
Nobody's life exists within lines
Yours is not to be alone
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2020
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