Tiltmeter By Choice
By Choice- No one even gets close. We're keeping everyone
at arms distance. Water sometimes outweighs blood, in our
case for instance. We are our home. Tiptoe round and
subtly trip into the raging vocal chords of pricks who
charge through all corners of the house. When the disease
spreads we are our home. When they turn their backs and
heads we are our home. When we're pushed too far we are
our home. We're pushed too far. No need to raise your
voice, God knows you didn't have a choice and it breaks
us. We swear not to disown, too bad if someone came along
to test us. We can take them.
