Small Talk

So much for small talk

The big ideas somehow snuck in

When we weren't looking

And scared away

The light-hearted laughter

Of our innocence

And it was replaced

By a poker-faced need

To draw lines in wet cement

I wish we could go back

Blindfold ourselves and

Turn each other around

Interlock our fingers

And follow the sounds

But without our senses

I feel defenseless and confused

So attempt to be on alert

For fear of getting hurt

There were nine of us in photograph

Now our secrets hide in the tall grass

You can take the "no" with an ample glass

There were nine of us in the photograph

The modes and lines of communication

Have been cut, now it's complicated

We can't go back

'Til we learn to relax

And I did something I wasn't proud of

You paid me back, we're even and then some

We can't go back

'Til we learn to relax

There were nine of us in photograph

Now our secrets hide in the tall grass

You can take the "no" with an ample glass

There were nine of us in the photograph