Gawk, open maw in amazement
Blistering alive in the slack, damp heat
Your words drop hard on the pavement
Cuts begin to form as they sting my feet
Open to interpretation
Closed to any chance that you’ll reassess
Now I could use a vacation
What I wouldn’t give to shrug off this mess
But you’re a loose cannon
Yeah, you’re a loose cannon
And I’ve got to get you off the streets
Gesturing in all directions
Limbs splayed open wide like a worn out dog
Submerged in fruitless obsessions
I could use a dagger to pierce the fog
Somebody somewhere above you
Stuck a megaphone to your crooked mouth
You plead your case ‘til they love you
But even you don’t know what you’re on about
I don’t know how to continue
Ringing up the tin can at Parliament
You’ll catch a stray bullet in you
The night before the day of retirement
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