Canaries

Make what you can out of nothing keep bluffing your

way to extinction you're a

sick fuck to think that this,

unlike anything else will

last forever. Building rock

anthems a jigsaw exterior,

you see what you miss but you

can't stand to be near her,

it's bigger than that you realize but short-sighted

impulses own what's left of

your dignity, tell yourself

quietly don't plow the field

yet, you're waiting to grow

some new life from

retrospect. You know free

agency pays little in the

long run, but you just don't feel like you're legs are

that tired yet, friends and

go betweens sing like

canaries crushed in leaves,

this is the thanks you get.

Somewhere that's sweet maybe

someday we will meet. And I

can thank you without

strings. All these befores

that get drilled on long

after, its all just leverage

when you're sure that its

over. The street goes blurry like a movie that you saw

once. Minutes freeze but you

can't collect the corners

still. She used to whisper

your name like a refrain, and

when she held you, you know

you felt safer, but your

demons are fucking huge you

stack your deck to lose. You

say theres nothing you can do

well we all know you're

lying, friends and go betweens sing like canaries

crushed in spring, this is

the thanks you get. You get

what you put in, I guess

that's bullshit in the end,

written under fluorescent

lights, that replace the sun

at night.