Frozen in winter coats,
White girls of the North,
File past one five and one
They are the fabled lambs,
Of Sunday ham,
The EHS norm
And they can float above the grass,
In circles if they tried,
A latent power I know they hide,
To keep some hope alive,
That a girl like I could ever try,
Could ever try.
So we just skirt the hallway signs,
A phantom and a fly,
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection.
(Then Just Repeat chords)
A week of rolling eyes falling eyes,
And cheap shots from the trite,
And we're off to Nemarcas porch again,
Another afternoon with the goat head tunes,
And pilfered booze.
We wandered through her mama's house,
The milk from a window lights,
Family portrait circa ninety-five,
This is that foreign land,
With the sprayed on tans,
And it all feels fine,
Be it silk or slime
So, when they tap our Monday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.
So, when they tap our Sunday heads,
Two zombies walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our climb,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky
With no connection.