If you found the words, would you really say them? Or stutter through the verse, with mumbled punctuation Remembering the line, an empty metaphor That you savored by yourself You're never cured If I forgot the lines, is it easy enough to fake it? Or do you need a moment to rememorize And model it like a curse half disguised?
Leers, cheers, whispers and the tears That final taste before you're taken away Odds, ends, final amends It's all right to say it Just as long as you don't really think so
Give me a little room To get on with concentration Just enough to know What I'm missing in education Borrowing all the hours that you gave to me It's a wonder I could ever breathe Under all your thoughts You'll hear the final answer Of all the things you were that have been paralleled All the voices that were raised and finally fell
Leers, cheers, whispers and tears That final taste before you're taken away Odds, ends, final amends It's all right to say it Just as long as you don't really think so
No lights No show No sex That's all you get No waits No calls No written tests for what you know
Leers, cheers, whispers and tears That final taste before you're taken away Odds, ends, final amends It's all right to say it Just as long as you don't really think so
Compositores: Jeremy Greenspan, Matthew Didemus ECAD: Obra #4291553