Balancing desire with
One hand over her heart
That I could tell her things
And pledge to never part
Would you push if they were coming?
To the mirror of this divide
We are walking the sands
In just a moment
Of a long waiting line
No glue gun could be as fine
Or travel the way you fell
When you felt field lengths behind
Like a broken recording
Of my other life in a parallel
Coming into this one
Can’t find me doing too well
How did it go?
Which way falls the snow?
They still don’t know that
Everybody’s in the show
Smashed between mirrors that
Pulled to detach
When you went away
The glass shattered in vain
She was glad to be a part
Be a whistle on the train
The one that carried you
Straight through the flames
He turned into ashes
When they cut him off
She turned into a martyr
When they said he went soft
The roofs never crumbled
Because we held them up
Under the weight of the world
As brush blew past
The dirt kicked by
I tired to sit
You made me stand
What goes up
Doesn’t always come down
What we could do
Earned medals to the proud
That we were kids
We were golden globes of this town
You could never listen to how bad it smelled
My dirty little secret
That I could never tell
All I got is that cow bell
And a part in the story
The one you wrote for me only
But I couldn’t get right my lines
And you couldn’t understand why
My role was an obsession
I never liked to bow
While you rode on in glory
To later ask me about the cow
You will never know how
How I loved
How I died
It is the part of the script
You could never make fit
Seems I wanted just to be
In a lame Hollywood scene
Playing the role of playing me
One who counts to ten instead of three
One who gets down on their knees
To someone who can’t read
And writes a letter to never be seen