Epigraph

"Cheer me up with words I recognize"

Quotes she would knit, mending fractured time

Outside, a raging afternoon breaks through the sunlight

Lurking, ticking with time

"Come rescue me from my point of view"

Slowly.

- 'Cause when we got nowhere to go

We're vulnerable to "I've been doing alright"

Then spend a lifetime covering

Things we believe

We still have reasons to hide.

"Slowly I've grown to hate your smile"

And to depend on "It's a different day, tomorrow"

And cut down demands of hangin' around just killing time

Now every phrase he tries to say sounds like a headline

Aging in front of her eyes

"Come rescue me from your sympathy"

Slowly.

And now we've got nowhere to go

So what is wrong with "I've been doing alright"?

These pending lives just won't begin

To cut the stream

Of thoughts we'd like to rewrite

Like "Slowly I've grown to hate your smile"

"Well, if we got nowhere to go,

Keep hanging on to 'I've been doing alright' ".

Just killing life and disbelief

With cheap poetry and friendly bottles of wine

"Slowly, I've learned how to stand your smile"

The hours seem to breed

Things that we can not defeat

In the fiction we would like to live

Made up quotes that feed your ear

With the things you'd like to hear

When the only place you'd like to be

Is too far away

So far away from here