these little angry blossoms only open
because you proclaim what you’ve done
like you deserve a reward.
it sours the dinner
and it spills my guts through my nostrils.
yeah I know, I know, I know
take our time, we should take out time
in those haunted gardens
behind dive bars
with sour drinks in hand
the bruises we made on each other
fading from black to yellow
yeah we should definitely take out time
letting the doubts shrink
like plastic to a flame
didn’t some old Yankee say once
that the beauty of deceit
begs to be exposed to the light of day?
I’d keep this little thing secret,
a favorite button, a cat’s eye
in my pocket to rub to remember
I only keep whistling the same damn tune
because it’s still stuck in my head, okay?
I was just hoping
someone was still willing to play games-
and run blindly in
traffic with me.