Jim Yoshii Pile-up Shark Repellent
The noise of the train at the platform
is the same hollow sound I keep hearing in my head.
Like the brakes on the bus when I left you,
It’s mechanical and final and cold.
So we sat in your room
And we drank all your beer
And the words were right there.
I was holding them back and
I made a conscious choice
To just laugh at your jokes
And the pressure
Was making me nauseous.
Baby, the spiral is tightening around me
And it seems like this house just gets smaller and
colder
And I’m deeper in debt.
Baby, it feels like you’re circling.
So like survivors
On some tropical waters
I throw out the bait.
I throw out the bait,
And hope for the best.
Baby, I wish you the best.
So what do you see this has all meant for me?
It’s meant more days in bed
And more time off work.
When you wake in the morning
And you can’t lift your head off the pillow
You wonder how it came to this.
Baby, it feels like you’re circling.
So like survivors
On some tropical waters
I throw out the bait.
I throw out the bait.
Baby, the spiral is tightening around me.
But I’m still hopeful.
I nod and smile sweetly
Passive Agressive.
I’d turn on the charm if I had some to turn on.
Then maybe you’d keep me around for a while.