10. same song

It turns out

All along

We were writing

The same song

In that house

Fresh with paint

Covers bruises

Years of hate

Hear the tunes

We would sing

Little voices

Out of tune

Out of time

That’s the truth

Love your brother

Wasted youth



No, no, no

Counting the reasons to 

Give you a call

Wondering if I’ve heard your 

Phone ring before

Tasked with my living

A man made in enterprise

Forward and formless

A mannequin despotantalize



It’s for only

Us to know

Us to ashes

Dust to coast

Ghosts are giving

Up us both

Us both

COMMENTS: it's only for us to know -- whaddaya want me to say?