so you don’t get to be a saint
martyrs never last this long
guess I'll never be the one
to defeat desire in song

here's a marker
here's my naked skin
our exhibit A
put a small x where I lost my way

all the actors broke their legs
and its too late postpone
the producers getting high
and the audience went home
smile and take your awkward bow
turn and stumble off the stage
let the rain be your applause
every encore sooth your rage

squint with one eye on the show tune
wait for your ride to say
oh that’s where you must have lost your way

Megaphones in helicopters squeal
"hey, are you ok?"
search lights circle where we lost our way

all our accidents went purposeful and fell
stripped of providence or any way to tell
our intentions were intangible and sweet
stick with simple math and shy discoveries
piled up against our impending defeat

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