Infinite Steve

Life, sit on carpet
Halved, but not broke
Four cars jammed inside every garage
Half-broke and half-used
You’re ungrateful for it
You split your time between chipping hours and carving out
You’re gaining something that you’re ungrateful for
You split your time between chipping hours and carving out

Blue water on your toes
Blue jeans on your belly
Tan skin and a garden hose

You’re in running shorts, and I can’t stand still
You brought a gun into a clothing store
And I’m stuck in their driveway
You’re in business class, and I can’t breathe
You’re doing some kind of paperwork, my hands cover my face You’re in dress pants, and my body dissolves among seaweed and swarming smog the day Kathy leaves
There are plans to go swimming, one day, somewhere else
With Christmas around the corner, breath up your sleeve
There are places we’ve gone that our friends never will
You brought a gun to the department store and won’t let them go