Run the music, run your mouth
Run a stick along the fence
Take your fair-weather down south
Toss the noise and make amends
No more time to do the swing
The pendulum is bored again
Back and forth, we break and fix
Nobody said we’re ten for ten
It’s not a balance that we need
‘Cause all of us are gonna die
But moral compasses could always
Magnetize these lungs to try
Asthma in, and asthma out
Full of sorrys, full of lead
Feeling guilt and feeling fury
The ocean stuck under my bed
Apologizing to my stomach
With my red eyes turning down
“I’m sorry that we can’t be perfect,
It’s just…our love isn’t a noun”
Heaving particles of actions
Verbs and dust filling the air
I’m trying so hard to forgive us
In time to love her as a pair
I’m trying so hard to forgive us
Before these lungs start to despair
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