Sitting, wondering, who will love me?
When the night casts its shadow, blindingly.
The dogs that run free, away from me
Will bring J.D Salinger out of hiding.
Even he has a smile on his face
And you can see it so well
As he frightens every disgrace
Sending us all back to hell.
Living heartless with illusions flowing in the mind
Is just one way to be lonely and blind at one time.
Being hopeless in the fusion of two aching binds
You can try to disguise the blast of not being fine.
The old lady smiling at a boy's heart attack
Can be seen in the schoolyard any Monday morning.
She blames everybody for her problematic back
But its really nobody's fault its hurting.
"You shouldn't sleep so much", says the scientist
"But you shouldn't sleep too little"
"Its the perfect balance that will make my list"
"Of things you should not belittle."
Now J.D. Salinger smiles with his Catcher and Rye
As the devil looks into him so hauntingly
With the eyes of hell which never say goodbye
And seem to explode and fly away scattering.
Hamlet makes a run for it and goes far
Until Jay Gatsby runs him over hard.
And Romeo is going back inside the bar
To hide that he is really scarred.
Somewhere Juliet drinks her wine like blood
And grins, staring into the cold night.
"How many days has it been since the flood?"
"And how many more to end a hearty fight?"
Outside it can only get much colder
And the streets are filled with brine.
Homeless, you lick the ground with shoulders
To disguise and seem just fine.
Now a boulder that rolls through time
You hear Cinderella scream: "You're mine!"
But spectators feel like swine
And help you get away just fine.
Cinderella chases on;
Her carriage is devine.
you really like to yawn
To disguise and seem just fine
Though the sky falls this time.
