On the Painting
she follows you everywhere
right into the frame i saw you together there in your cardboard gaze she followed us down the day with her cardboard gaze we did not feel right without her we had to go back and buy her you can't take her boy from his mother go ahead and try. No one leaves alone. no one, no one, goes on alone even those of us who are always on our own without her you can't save me without me you can't save anything no one, no one, goes on alone wooden frame from Boomerangs hardly frames your golden waves only its cheap irony renders your visage valid for me and only when you face her face her veiled moon patient waiting gaze could i consider saving you could i consider myself saved too oh, come with me into my home Even if you don’t, no one goes alone no one, no one, goes on alone even those of us who are always on our own without her you can't save me without me you can't save anything no one, no one, goes on alone what would they say if you came with me? said i was saved? they'd say it's just a story and stories are born tethers. But everything born has a mother. and this one's taking good care, taking good care this one's taking good care of me no one, no one, goes on alone even those of us who are generally on our own without her you can't save me without me you can't save anything no one, no one, goes on alone |