Dont call this an art project This is science, this is progress And dont pretend these are heartfelt words, we are Children dressed as surgeons but disturbed by the sight of our scars And now we carry scalpels to trace the scarring, resting somewhere On the line between my house, your heart and into your home Where you lay sleeping like a ceiling fan in winter Gently turning as the wind reaches its fingers through the window Just to hold you, like I held you Pressed like a rose between my fingers or like stones I keep in pockets meant to weigh me underwater These scars will fade away but never disappear, my dear Well raise our fists like lightning to rods to god and If he strikes us down Then he strikes us down But first, let him hear us speak We are like the legacy of thunderstorms we watched and swore in doorways we will never be the same again. I can feel you healing and I hate it Like a harpist without hands you only bang the strings You used to love to touch so much To hear the dissonance drain violently into the air and then dissolve Like all the songs I sang but never once could make you smile My god, I would kill to make you smile My god, I would kill to make you smile My god, I would kill to make you smile My god, I would kill to make you smile My god, I would kill to make you smile My god, I would kill to make you smile, smile, smile And reach out to my hands, soft and frail To make good on the love that you swear still exists, and still thrives Though weve buried our bodies in blood and old lies Like, Im fine and you look so much better than him But dont trust the surgeon with your heart Shes drunk and sips from poison cups, and Dont you trust the scientist He says Life is like a wine glass, as he spills his drink Like secrets all across your dress and says my dear, I must confess, I never thought you ever knew what love was like for real I never thought you needed me.
smile, kill, god, like, make