Tonight, The Clouds are Circling,
Not unlike the vultures to the carrion.
Before we'd asked for the check
And your family got uncomfortable
With how close you were sitting
And the locations of your hands,
I'd asked you for a sign,
For a tug on the ear,
Had I known your plan was for
A tug on mine
With your tongue
I would have clarified.
And after we had left
With that bottle of merlot...
Had I known your plan was to immediately
Chug it in the parking lot
So we could go to look for more
Only to end up in the parking lot
Of the liquor store
With your hot breath on my shoulder
And your fingers clumsily missing,
Then finally opening
Every clasp and button on my outfit
I would have clarified.
And after the sex,
After every time your head hit the roof of the car
With your earring getting caught on my lapel
And the stains on the cheap nylon of your dress
And the faked intonation of your whispered words
As if we were at a cotillion
And etiquette was in demand,
I would have clarified.
When I took you home
And ended up with your car
Wondering to myself whether or not you'd live though the night,
That cigarette made me give even less of a shit.
And after I went to that party,
Later that night,
Still giving less than a shit
And trying my best not to wonder if you were alive
I realized that you probably were dead.
And there was nothing that I could do to stop it.
If not me, then somebody else would've been at fault.
Maybe that waiter.
Maybe the maitre d'.
Someone, someone other than me.
So, now,
I am sitting on my roof
With a coat hanger and a gun
Screaming to the heavens,
To Jesus Christ himself,
To contact his father
And pray, "God,
Bring forward the storm."
And I have the feeling that 'He' isn't even going to try .
-Brian
Before we'd asked for the check
And your family got uncomfortable
With how close you were sitting
And the locations of your hands,
I'd asked you for a sign,
For a tug on the ear,
Had I known your plan was for
A tug on mine
With your tongue
I would have clarified.
And after we had left
With that bottle of merlot...
Had I known your plan was to immediately
Chug it in the parking lot
So we could go to look for more
Only to end up in the parking lot
Of the liquor store
With your hot breath on my shoulder
And your fingers clumsily missing,
Then finally opening
Every clasp and button on my outfit
I would have clarified.
And after the sex,
After every time your head hit the roof of the car
With your earring getting caught on my lapel
And the stains on the cheap nylon of your dress
And the faked intonation of your whispered words
As if we were at a cotillion
And etiquette was in demand,
I would have clarified.
When I took you home
And ended up with your car
Wondering to myself whether or not you'd live though the night,
That cigarette made me give even less of a shit.
And after I went to that party,
Later that night,
Still giving less than a shit
And trying my best not to wonder if you were alive
I realized that you probably were dead.
And there was nothing that I could do to stop it.
If not me, then somebody else would've been at fault.
Maybe that waiter.
Maybe the maitre d'.
Someone, someone other than me.
So, now,
I am sitting on my roof
With a coat hanger and a gun
Screaming to the heavens,
To Jesus Christ himself,
To contact his father
And pray, "God,
Bring forward the storm."
And I have the feeling that 'He' isn't even going to try .
-Brian