in rhythm.

I bring in the funk
That you tried to push out the back door

I fill in the holes
That you tried to punch out of his heart

I tie up all the loose ends and send them back to you
Tied up real pretty like
In a bow

We used to sit in the dark and tell stories about what we thought the world should be like.
You tried to braid my hair but your fingers never quite got the rhythm

The rhythm
In the starz I used to count from my window
As I listened to the wind chimes clanking along in the backyard
Whenever I cried myself to sleep

Didn’t we all have so many nights like that where we felt so much solitude?
Don’t we still sing those smothered songs of tears into the ears of our pillows?
Even those of us with a heart beating next to them quietly in bed

Always in rhythm

But the funk changes from that of nasty, wet sex
To that of the cold and jagged stares from empty eyes that used to be emerald

Eyes that used to shine at the sight of pink hearts and dandelions
But we are all just weeds now

Growing wildly
But going nowhere
Secretly hoping that the lawn mower will slice us up
And that the sun will serve us up fried and burnt

Black ashes now do ballet in the breeze
Instead of silver metal tap dancing all over the faces of those trying to blow us away

I’ll blow you away
But pull you back inside

In rhythm
Always in rhythm.