Revenge Kisses and Afternoon Shams
Have I failed you as a man?
Our only communication was what washed up on shore
But there's so much space between the ocean floor and the sand
One cascades and the other crystalizes
But you can either be the one drowning or the helping hand
And thank god I know which one I am
Would you rather be the ruler of sea or land?
One absorbs and the other creates
Empty sticky notes of last minute thoughts I should’ve told her
Well now I'm expected to show up and shovel dirt on the messenger?
Pick your poison prayer and deface me
You seem manufactured but you were built to be sedated
It was an error that you were sold out to underwater caves
With nothing in your hands
And no plans to understand the urge to hide in a city of shade
Why was it so easy for you to say goodbye?
I know this new plot is unsettling
At least it's rattling my bones
But you seem more grounded than a statue
With the weight of your problems tying you to the floor,
The only one you’ve ever known
The world's smallest violins are waiting to play you out
With broken watches to convince myself this wasn't a waste of time
And our butterflies with angel wings kept in jars,
in case we need a lucky shrine
This wasn't fair from the start
Nothing was fair from the start but blame does nothing for me now
I’ve been slowly destructing the grenade that is my ribcage
It’s harder though, when every cry for help is you pulling the pin out
But time doesn't stop for me to figure out
That blame does nothing for me now
And I know you won't be the one listening for my voice, 6 feet underground
I know what goes around comes around
But I don’t see our friendship necklace
Making like screaming lungs and splitting into two
A soul, cryptic and empty, is such a fading fashion
I still sit there and wonder why the darkness chose you
You're the scissors to the strength of our friendship stitches,
Splitting into two
You keep praying for a “detached reality” but it's called disassociation
And you forgot about the one you already coded
The haunted final key on your chain,
Sends a strong wind through your stone foundation, I must assume
Badgering me for proof
But your doors left open weren't the exit wound
It’s not a weapon, but it’s the most successful wall you've ever put up
Soon to be decoded,
Locked and brass loaded
Even though you swear you chucked the key into the deep woods
On a rainy day
Every second of waiting felt like a million of holding my breath
And not even Houdini would've died this way
Heroes don't come with capes, they come with forgotten solutions
Frisking me for proof but there was no exit wound
It’s not a weapon, but it’s the most successful wall you've ever put up
Was it me or my spirit there when the shock set in, and the brass exploded?
A crow bar may add intimidation,
But which would you choose if you had to decode it?
Energy is currency
And we're rich with dreams but rung dry with nostalgia dependencies
You're doing the same thing and expecting different results
Whatever dropped these cycloidal wringing hands,
Still sits there and prays your comfort makes you choke
Don’t be shocked to be in distress when you’re the one searching for a sound
A key, like thors hammer, now it won't detach without me
And I know you won't be the one reaching out for safety
When I'm nowhere to be found
And I know you won't be the one to honor me
when I'm still appeasing you,
6 feet underground
But I was hoping you’d be my Lorraine Warren, searching for my soulless sound
Copyright ©
Matthew Bailey
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