This Is Me Smiling Up In All Directions
The story gets better,
embellished or plucked from the page,
the facts never matter,
and nor does the face that gets saved,
i'm building a castle,
repairing it all with my teeth,
I took out the drawbridge,
and now I can put up my feet.
Comfortable sleep in sheets and blankets,
spinning the earth in my eyes,
slipping it up in all directions now,
i'm going in to find you,
inside the mind you,
convinced yourself you'd beaten for good,
trouble shot your conscience,
rekeyed your instincts,
your memory holds on,
thinks that it should,
But little by contact,
i'm coming at you with two fists,
you ask me a question,
I answer politely like this:
Comfortable sleep in sheets and blankets,
spinning the earth in my eyes,
slipping it up in all directions now,
i'm going in to find you,
inside the mind you,
convinced yourself you'd beaten for good,
trouble shot your conscience,
rekeyed your instincts,
your memory holds on,
thinks that it should,
I'm having a party,
for all of my favorite friends,
when nobody shows up,
i'll say it was fun,
and i'll do it again,
Comfortable sleep in sheets and blankets,
spinning the earth in my eyes,
slipping it up in all directions now,
i'm going in to find you,
inside the mind you,
convinced yourself you'd beaten for good,
trouble shot your conscience,
rekeyed your instincts,
your memory holds on,
thinks that it should,
your memory holds on,
thinks that it should,
your memory holds on,
thinks that it should.
