Your Song

You sing so high
with such confidence
is there anyone even there
to hear the cries in my head
it’s the naked man’s word
my songs echo in and out
as I look up everything is golden
sepia
and you are retro, punked out, pcp color
I must be baked, plastered, totally pounded,
high, doped up, stoned, wasted, done out
done out
done out
you rock with your own
insistent motion
like you’re the only one in the room
you sing to the ceiling
like it’s your audience
and you smile at it
when really you are smiling at the time
with you and yourself and yourself’s friends
my own small shy lyrics
jungle around, only slightly louder than your’s
you said the end was near
then you said there was no such thing
you said you could take me there
then you said there was no such thing
you said I needed to be there
then you said you would build it for me
how this theory rapes my head
making me contradict everything
I’ve ever thought
twisting with my emotions the guitar solo
goes off to high pitches, wired
almost scifi
“alone on a river,
until the day is gone
and I said in regret
all the things I’ve done”
so longer you make the sound
like the monsters in my dream
and I was there
and you were there
and we were there
and I couldn’t believe it

Your Song

Jascie Epinn

Joined January 2009

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