i don’t mean to say things i don’t mean.
every day is a snap-of-the-fingers
and i breathe in the rusty things.
it’s not dirty, don’t clean it off,
there was never a time i didn’t know.
i guess deep down i chased it too,
but i can’t remember -
drag the bells, through the snow.
just one more time, i need it.
fuzzy hats in summer work,
for hiding greasy hair.
they say i feel a lot more than you.
and they’ve been right before.
so it didn’t surprise me this time.
don’t know what we were going for,
if we even had a goal.
paint everything like me mean it,
and say we know ourselves?
i was close to it, too,
cashing in for a look-good name.
now fog the glass, hurt, gasp, cry and ask,
why are we not the same?
