stick to your skin
and hold on tight
and tell me we’ll make it home
alright tonight
that firelight
it could’ve been us
some nights I wish it were
stick to your teeth
your guns and your bones
and are you in Love?
or are you just young?
because I’m not all that special you see
and there’s not that much left of me
oil slick
cloud thick
scarring stars
leaving nothing the red and blue and black and white and red
and the laughter of next lane
it merges to forget
that someone’s dying
someone in there somewhere is dying
someone in there somewhere is frying
firelight never looked right in person
I was spoiled by our pyrotechnic dreams
don’t climb so high
I don’t want this to die
too many Live for their epitaph
at 4 we’re true
at 5 we’re real
when we’re hurting we might even bother telling the truth
when we’re wounded we’ll surrender
when we’re dying we might even remember
we might even remember who we were.
but it’ll all be clean with the thunder
it’ll all be clean in the rain
it’ll all be done in the morning
we’ll don are masks in the morning
and you Love that don’t you?
it’s what you Live for.
but these voices distract
these voices are roaring
these voices are false
and everyone’s lying
and I try to sleep but you’re lying there lying
and I try to sleep but I’m lying here burning
and you Love my burning don’t you.
© 1997 rob Hinkal