Choking On Metaphors

The ship is in the ground

The losers form the brook and

The literary crowd

Is choking on the metaphors

Love is swept up

And the lovers never miss it

We never stop to think

Until we're sleeping with the enemy

And I know that you've got

Another anchor in my pocket now

To sink me where I stand

And I know that it's just

Another chance to track my eyelids down

And pick the prize from my hands

And when there's nothing left of love

There's nothing wrong with checking all the above

Eyes close as they walk right through me

Ears burn from an unwanted moniker

Slide a hook in my lip, don't lose me

Sign your name, yeah, we're all bad actors

Fell in love with the childhood daydream

Build a fort out of patchwork comforters

Watch the sun with the plastic savior

Learn to laugh at another man's misery

But when there's nothing left of love

There's nothing wrong with checking all the above

All the above

All the above

All the above

All the above