The call went out for focused troops.
They took out chunks with ice cream scoops.
The Holy Body was walking along the cliffs.
They took the Body,
broke him down;
he screamed and shuddered at the sound.
The body won’t take what the mind can’t risk.
After all these things he’s been through,
you’d think he’d be used to just a little light.
A life well-lived in focus groups
I took all my problems and gave them to you
I picked them like berries and let them
rot in the daylight.
A leaf wrapped in glass and blood.
I tremble at the wind
for fear of floods.
Termites get shelter every chance I miss.
After all these things I’ve been through,
stick a hot poker right into both my eyes.
And there are bridges that I’ve burned through.
You’d think I’d be used to just a little light.
You always tell me "I can't read your mind"
but I would find that power if I had the time
I’d be with everybody, just be myself
Be with no one, just beam and shelf
Mitigating risks are all I'm lurching towards,
Of that I’m sure.
After all these things I’ve been through,
stick a hot poker right into both my eyes.
There are bridges that I’ve burned through.
You’d think I’d be used to just a little light.
I make myself suffer.
Scratch the mark, it hurts just a little more
the episodes come and go.
I started over but I’m older
but it seems like I’m out of time.
Ideas come too slow.
I got your letter about a year ago
but when I saw it, I threw it away.
I’ve got too many ghosts in my life
and they all got something to say.