day forty
The Mechanic
The elevator's hurtling up 'Bout to be launched to the top of the Moon When the doors close and walls close in Shoulders clench and sentences clipped
Don't fix it till it's not so broken Ain't now way to treat your heart I only write inside a hurricane On days I'd pray would just end.
People always seem to have people I figured I'd figure it out But how could I?
Want to sail right to the moon And splash around in it's cold pool But the elevator ride seems stuck I drunk myself on my earth's beauty The moon and all of my silver dreams
But I need to fix the elevator That feels so broken closing in on me.