i was the working title

who did you think i was?
please protect my hands you begged
take the cover and smash it into the brick
hush
there's a world i can't be party to
dark marbled pounds of black and white
eighty eight, i believe
don't trust my forehead but trust my snakeskin eyes
i cave
you cave
he caves and she caves too
we all cave cardboard living
and box the misty moot points about the wife


move on
move in
pick the dust off the album cover and croon the old tunes