Old Highs, New Lows
Bob Mould
We lock the gaze tightly upon each other
No others come near, no others come between
As you remain beside me muted and studying
In beauty and radiant heat
I will write the words I want to hear you say
On a page torn from my diary
I'll hand you the sacred text and wait for you to place it
Across the hole in my heart, smoothing the edges from the center
Affixing it in place with sugar water and saliva
I want you to read these words to me every day
And this is where the thought resides
Stuck upon my heart, on the outside
I am speechless in your beauty, you are flawless in my eyes
As your eyes show my reflection
I try to ignore the decay and listen harder to the tone
The pitch of your broad chest as it exhales into mine
Old highs, new lows. Ain't that how life goes.
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