She talks about things
that have never even happened
and I know how it makes me feel,
like when what’s broken
and there’s nothing left to steal.
Like the endless days
we’ve come to fear
when we’re left with what we’ve got.
It’s what carries over
into brighter days
once the fights already been fought.
It’s just the way
we fake our smiles
and laugh like things were real.
We hold things close
among closer things
that all seem so surreal.
But we’re gone right now
into vagueness and doubt
where our thoughts have overlapped.
It’s like a voice that’s screamed
into the open air
from a face that’s just been slapped.