breathing in vain
What an attitude to have
Acting like a bitter pill
Hoping that someone will swallow
If they happen to stand still enough
To notice how you've grown
And how lilting your refrain
With your bloodshot eyes and oversize
You're breathing in vain.
All the baser sorts of urge
Come to roost beside your mouth
Ever seen a silt bed fall away
Beneath a tiny house? The point,
You arbiter of foam,
Is your blinding feet of clay
Even those resigned to yawns in time
Acknowledge birds of prey.
It may not follow clearly but we're full of fear
You're not as hollow as you're trying unawares to appear.
Such meticulous repair
Such unnerving joie de morte
Are you faster than the arrow?
Are you aware of the score? It's like
Your synapses misfire
Yeah, it's late and you're asleep
But there's choices and there's consequences
Are you breathing deep?
(La la, etc.)
© 1998 John Brocato
Acting like a bitter pill
Hoping that someone will swallow
If they happen to stand still enough
To notice how you've grown
And how lilting your refrain
With your bloodshot eyes and oversize
You're breathing in vain.
All the baser sorts of urge
Come to roost beside your mouth
Ever seen a silt bed fall away
Beneath a tiny house? The point,
You arbiter of foam,
Is your blinding feet of clay
Even those resigned to yawns in time
Acknowledge birds of prey.
It may not follow clearly but we're full of fear
You're not as hollow as you're trying unawares to appear.
Such meticulous repair
Such unnerving joie de morte
Are you faster than the arrow?
Are you aware of the score? It's like
Your synapses misfire
Yeah, it's late and you're asleep
But there's choices and there's consequences
Are you breathing deep?
(La la, etc.)
© 1998 John Brocato