Chopper

Sleep under a phantom moon
With the one you love
Tell her secrets and her lips will fit you like a glove
She’s so picky she can spot the shooting stars from airplanes
Amazing how she learned to shatter men like broken window panes
Dance with your shadow
It’s your last time to shine
And if you cannot find your shadow
Well my friend just borrow mine
Feet are scarred from stepping on the shards of the discarded
But it keeps good time and all of its entanglements are honest
The air doesn’t smell right ‘ Like whisky and hormones
Or all the holy water she would drink if the door closed
Memory sorted into different distortions
And it’s surely this normalcy ‘ taking its toll on me
Only the homeless are free from the scandal
So touch the foundation and watch it unravel
Spent months with the candle but too dark to use
The view from the crucible that was stranded
In the center of the place where I lived before
When I tried to give a reprieve to the leave
But it’s harder to breathe when the wind through the trees
Is just breeze and the turnikit turns itself round
It’s wound so tight that it might just
Snap ‘ Stagger ‘ Fall
Stand again and tell the world it’s nice to see how it can spin
Thunder ‘ Clap ‘ Twisted grin
Catch yourself and watch that bit of clean off your busted chin
[I’m so glad that you could see me like this]