Sunday, October 25, 2009

Preach

We think we're talking but we're just moving our mouths
the words don't come out fast enough to cover up
what we did before what we said before
when we hurt the other one a little more.
You persuade me to your lord and your silver spoons
saying you can explain who made you, me, and the moon.
You know why boats float down the river nile
why there's a starving child
sitting on the corner of your street
you throw one penny at his feet.

Say the words go ahead and preach.
Say what you think I deserve,
go ahead and preach.

You say that you love but you really meant to say
that you just love loving on me I draw the line in the sand at this talk of your hands
what they can do, how they can move,
with all compassion removed.
You only write in permanent ink and on the most elegant scrolls
writing repetitive lines that seem poetic to the bone.
You have a way with words and phrase
that leaves me quaking on my knees for days
Your pillow talk has taken so much space
I have no room for thoughts.

Say the words go ahead and preach.
Say what you think I deserve,
go ahead and preach.

Staring into headlights
driving like hell.
Lacking symmetry in double yellow lines
flying to a place where I can get well.
Oh I need to get well.

Say the words go ahead and preach.
Say what you think I deserve,
go ahead and preach.
go ahead and preach.
go ahead and preach.
go ahead and preach.

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