proph-s

ho-shit.
so you're feeling poetic?
well, baby, me too.

say it to the world while we grin despite our hate!
slip that mask on your face
grease it good so it's nice and smooth

soothe my soul with those words you
don't mean
and turn and walk when the going
gets going

the red glare of sirens
is bouncing around, bouncing around
but you put on some cheap
plastic
sunglasses
and hide from it
hide, hide, hide

and here I stand
alone on my feet

this stool's getting cold
and the air's turning to ice
stinging my throat as I breathe
in and in and in

so I wonder:
if you feel so poetic?

poetic, poetic, poetic.
don't be poetic.
be true
to me
be true
to you