whoever else i may have been
she`d still be going through this now
but all the quiet hours i require still cant show me how
im barely living
in her halftime show
keeping warped minutes of her wishes and revisions
and somethings knocking
around in me like a loose nut
this tell-tale penis kick in the gut
shot down my strut
the walls are beating
it`s my reflection in my death
it`s the alarm clock riding the horizon
once we spent our afternoons
dancing in our living rooms
now shes giving into her most unlit corners too soon
love is a lifetime`s winding twisting tapestry
so reborn now without fears
before you ever met me
you can end things with your boyfriend
i`ll quit chasing you around
but how long will the echo of the tell-tale penis sound
its the creak in the floorboards
it`s throb is in my head
it`s the alarm clock riding the horizon
it`s the hand up through the dirt
toward the sky after midnight
burried alive and left for dead