Lyrics

The tab ain’t the jab
Jab has it but it ain’t the power
The power
Is electric
Hectic because I charge more
For order
You gotta court me
For what I bring
To the table, any surface, all functions
All rise - my shine might
have to go around
The block a second time
Just to survey
Did the survey say anything
Or should we segue into something else
In my heyday I’d horse around
And still get the job
Done before you started
Fun, while still hitting my….
Practice makes perfect
It also makes imperfect if the lane
Was one over - too far over
To make it back
Can you make it right
Or do you feel that
Eventually
I’ll just take you back
Spasms don’t allow me to sit
With my thoughts
And feel the temperature change
On my skin
They force- like shape
And who they wish they were shaped like
Ignoring ingredients
Then stepping- and sweeping away

I wanted to believe that we could become
A chiseled rendition – of my imagination
A bed of clouds
Where peaceful sleeping could be obtained
Without lucid
Without daydreaming and building something that didn’t
Exist

This- this- this-this was real though
Our up close- our personal
The trust you placed into my hands
Like warm bread
How nice it would have been
To stay there- staring- then moving
As slow as a ballad without
Times’ restraints
I’ve held you once
While your secrets spilled upon me
I’ve held you twice
As you poured your all into me
I’ve held you
Then you went back to the shackles that have stained
Your wrists
Hysterical be your first name
Laughter be after hyphen
I’ve siphoned joy from myself
And not told him where I hid it
You always hit it- out the park
Re-verse that helps me memorize
Neutralize my fear
So the drive can go past
The extended warranty
I’ve exhausted then extended my limits
Like king fitted
To queen mattress