Let's sit here and talk about the keys and the locks,
And the places that we once have been,
So sit and stare back at the jokes that we crack,
I feel my eyes were always wide open,
Revealing in a flash of blue that the prying is true,
A soliloquy for the times,
To the newspapers that publish nursery rhymes,
Here's one for you,
"The changing of tides,
The plywood subsides,
Substantially ending our proverbial reckoning,
Selling each other off to the sharks,
We kick and we scream,
All downhill and stream,
We pull and we tug,
For the roots to come up,
We end up kicking sprinklers in the park"
At that dinner party alone,
Suit and Tie,
Calamities collide,
Spread the disease,
Until you hug and you squeeze,
Hold my hand as they give me a Viking funeral,
The knife on the floor, you insist you deplore,
Tastes pretty damn good with butter and bread,
The leaves on the trees, the birds and the bees,
You swear that isn't dead, I swear I swear I'm not alive
