usually stops me before I begin
I’ve tied off too many veins
before I have to hear their telltale heart
beating through the floorboards.
everyone gets the first part right
the slow seductive slide into starry eyes
and the last part wrong
keyed cars and shredded valentines
everclear in her contact lens case
wild turkey in your morning coffee
staring at a two face in a broken mirror
or even worse the slow growing rust
your duet going out of tune
the stench of love starting to rot.
everyone wants a Shakespeare ending
two lovers dead on a floor
a vial of poison between them
but instead we end up with the Cliff’s notes
screaming our throats ragged in some vacant parking lot.
there’s no pleasure in prophecy:
it always ends.
we draw straws for whose funeral comes first
we sever it off at the bone
and hope time will cauterize the wound
in enough time to give us another swing.
this girl could take a piece out of me
take it home and tie it up with ribbons
and add it to her collection.
and she’s young, so I’m wary
I’m gonna be the canvas for her first mistakes.
someone said the best way to cure a hangover
is to keep drinking
but I’ve always said
the best way to cure an ex girlfriend
is to get a new one.
I can flip more queens then a deck of cards
but mostly I’d rather play solitaire
then even when I lose,
no one’s looking.
this love of mine says she’ll be good to me
the best she’s ever been
I’m promising the same
walking the line straight as a razor
I know all the sharp angles that’ll cut a chest open
I’ve got a heart that beats like a time bomb
but for her, I’ll still give hope another audition.
so come on kiddo, let’s taste the wind.
it’s high up here and I’m tired of looking down.
love has it’s own laws of gravity
but maybe this time we’ll float.
sometimes when you’re on the cliff
you can’t worry about the fall,
just how long you can keep your eyes open
before you hit.