Aftermath
Bend at your will, break at your leisure
Go where you need to, stay when you must
Hold your breath for science
And pass out with the rest of us
Watch the pretty white flag
Above the edge of the nothing
Wave in the absence of the wind
Ripping up your logic
With the same big hands that somehow
Have you pinned
Kind of just like when you were a baby
Small, bald and crying, 10-inches tall
They track your cell division
With pencil hash marks on the wall
You grow and stretch and fracture
Faster than you can handle
Until you're 80 and dying
Slow and thin
Waiting on the landscapes
To open up, swallow you whole again
You said it's lifestyles live from the gutter
Open up your uniform and stand in the rain
You said it's lifestyles live from the gutter
I know what you're feeling
It's just more of the same
Dark as it might get from here on out
I won't be bringing along a light
To break open the shadows
And pull up corners of the night
There's nothing left to say out loud
Your words do not work here
In the aftermath of the afterglow
Your words will let you way down
But they'll never, ever
Let you go
You said it's lifestyle live from the gutter
Open up your uniform and stand in the rain
Lifestyles live from the gutter
I know what you're feeling it's just more
Of the same
Writer/s: Jenny Stockdale
