We are melting

She said “I can’t see it”

The fan is sifting our yellow glow
Another dressing room
Another mirror
To look into
Another city
With similar blues
Dancing our dying days
To the beat of another drum
After this is over
I got no where to go
The makeup is running
Picasso down our cheeks
It all started so safe
On an empty stage
There was no one who would judge
An unidentified rhythm
Penetrating
Delivering us from hate
That’s when they tore down the walls
And opened up the gates
We grew balls
Because we couldn’t escape

We are melting

She said “I just keep holding on”

What plays on the heartstrings of people?
Under the terror of twisted men
Trampled to a crawl
Agent Orange for all!
Disguised as a new brand with
More unnecessary use
We are suffocating
The marching band lost their tune
When the television hit mute
I’m sorry we’ve got a
Different kind of song to play
It’s called the breathing room

We seemed to have grown older
Under the glow of the tree lights
This is just what we do
On a Friday afternoon
The warmest shine is still
The one that radiates out of you

We are melting

She said “I hope to talk to you soon”