(no subject)
To escape, it takes less than what you would hope
you go, you cry, you sigh.
I would wish for a neon blinking on my face
that would summon the world to my unhugged sorrow.
I would lie, and say, "PMS."
I would lie, I would lie.
Sweet mother mercy turns her face toward mine
and the light shines from a small sunday school,
so I walk.
It takes less than what you would hope to learn
That the hands of the prophets have touched the chalkboard
where I now
wipe my words.
you go, you cry, you sigh.
I would wish for a neon blinking on my face
that would summon the world to my unhugged sorrow.
I would lie, and say, "PMS."
I would lie, I would lie.
Sweet mother mercy turns her face toward mine
and the light shines from a small sunday school,
so I walk.
It takes less than what you would hope to learn
That the hands of the prophets have touched the chalkboard
where I now
wipe my words.