So Help Me Something
So help me something
I’ll dust you off
And we will breathe again, but
It’s not enough
When you come
From the land of bland ringtones
Everybody knows that…
Well, everybody knows
I’m the same jackass I’ve always been with
Complicated hair and starry eyeballs
So help me something
I’ll kiss you back
And I’ll be soft, but you won’t
Remember that
Sitting here
Trying not to step on toes
What were once embracing arms
Are just shadows
In this room the women come and go (no
Talk of Michelangelo, though)
So help me something
I’ll piss you off
You hug your anger, but
You’re not so tough
Where are all these people going? Could we
Really be like they are?
Open up — yeah, my mouth is wide for you
Don’t we all want someone soft to melt into?
You can wink or you can set your jaw — so
Long as you keep crawling on top of me
So help me something
I’ll mess this up
And you’ll keep growing restless
And that’s enough
© 2004 John Brocato
(August 2003 – January 23, 2004)
I’ll dust you off
And we will breathe again, but
It’s not enough
When you come
From the land of bland ringtones
Everybody knows that…
Well, everybody knows
I’m the same jackass I’ve always been with
Complicated hair and starry eyeballs
So help me something
I’ll kiss you back
And I’ll be soft, but you won’t
Remember that
Sitting here
Trying not to step on toes
What were once embracing arms
Are just shadows
In this room the women come and go (no
Talk of Michelangelo, though)
So help me something
I’ll piss you off
You hug your anger, but
You’re not so tough
Where are all these people going? Could we
Really be like they are?
Open up — yeah, my mouth is wide for you
Don’t we all want someone soft to melt into?
You can wink or you can set your jaw — so
Long as you keep crawling on top of me
So help me something
I’ll mess this up
And you’ll keep growing restless
And that’s enough
© 2004 John Brocato
(August 2003 – January 23, 2004)