make your choice now,
are you still trying to figure out
your way out of this nowhere town
to stand on high or sink below
the benevolence of your childhood home
i know it's harder than it seems.
cause it's either ether or it's earth,
the restless intent to reverse,
to writhe in the lows and throes
of all you gave away.
i know it's harder than it seems.
what we worked for,
all of this:
the end result is comfortless;
calm again, but listless.
i know it's harder than it seems.
recall this memory you pushed back:
a young girl lying on her back.
is she cold, alone, or bitter still?
has she taken all she has to?
is she biting her tongue or biting a pill?
i know it's harder than it seems.
i still pass for the honest,
never the same.
you've rearranged the furniture,
but you still keep those same shades up,
never closed,
always open,
'cause you know that
all the light, all the love
that could filter in from above
will never keep you from what
you've always wanted.
(when you were young,
dumb,
and innocent.)
never forget what you've learned,
those theories of some men
that
you've burned and
tossed out,
fucked-up,
run out,
now you're on your way.
but it's never too late to explain,
so you kept silent while those liars
passed you by.
i don't know where you'll live then die in.
