not for the first time
blood on the gym floor
arcs like a rainbow round
not so appalling
to wring my own neck
names on the gauze; absent
play along
cos i know the chords
muscle memory
wisdom is clumsy, enlightened
by stereo evangelists
listen, to decode, so badly
the meanings in allegory
take what seems to get you down
and follow misinterpretations
play along
cos i know the chords
muscle memory
gracious, but casual, hang on
to every word transmitted from
playlists and albums, just knowing
the fawning is just secondary
left inhibitions at the door
regrets are met with open arms
YEAH
play along
cos i know the chords
play along
muscle memory
you'd like me better if i liked you less
clumsy, and awkward, in public
you spill around in stationary
motion, seasick, from speaking
the morals of your influence
limbs cast fondly to the sea
remember who you used to be?