The Manic Influence
She wore all the swords
Like a plate of armor
To her breast
She was a brave woman
Among her different personalities
Among her distant friends
She was my favorite manic influence
What would Jesus do?
So I asked you
Thought we could laugh once more
Before we cried
That day I met you in the backyard
Like it was the first time
Some kind of blood you have
To grow new cells
New loved ones
Then recreate yourself
Not everyone’s replaceable
There’s no solace in surrender
I’m not sure about my theory
But I’m not sure about yours either
If you’re not present
Then where are you hiding
Seems you’re presenting
Who you’d rather be
Without all the metal was always
Good enough for me
I don’t need anyone to fill a void
There’s nothing missing
Just the sound of your voice
Our muted combination
Lays between half empty and almost ready
You ooze off this scene
Dripping loosely at the mouth
Running over everyone
Like danger was not enough
You had too much to find out
Too much information
The computer is breaking
And the limousine is fixed
We can all go now
The crowd is getting heavy
We can all go now
Misery loves many
The standing held their faces
Like stone corners to a wall
Between these pillars
Was a girl who
Thought she knew it all
My lips won’t wet
This won’t get to edit
Refer everything to death
The formula she has
But she couldn’t explain the path
All she is worth
And every dime I spent
Beneath the lights
The dance is all that is left
What she can give
What I can take
All the unused
All the selfishness
Disappears when she lifts her head
Stares into mine
And I think for just one moment
We understood at
Exactly the same plane
The same frequency
The same time
