Word Thingys: Salome Strangelove
You gotta be cruel when fate makes you small
Can’t play by the rules; that’s how you’ll fall
The sharper the tools, the harder the edges
Can’t risk like fools that dance on the ledges
I hold to my own it’s a choice I embrace
I whet and I hone, recite and retrace
Hard as a stone, keeping pride, keeping place
From the pith of my bones to the tears I erase
So why are you here soft as a breeze
So patient, sincere, whispering please
I can’t have you near bending my knees
Gotta sink like a spear into my enemies
You bring with you weakness in every direction
Promising sweetness and tender affection
Trade in the abyss of my imperfections
For the possible bliss of your vivisections
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s time
Take it in stride
Sip from the shine
Change a few ways
Stop counting days
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s time
Open some eyes
Forgive a few lies
Maybe it’s time
Make a different call
There’s so little time after all
You must understand my habit and vice
The constant demand the pull and the price
With a tight fisted hand I’ve never asked twice
There’s blood in the sand of my paradise
I don’t barter wisdom I don’t sell myself
Closed in my kingdom locked on this shelf
Not looking for payoff not chasing wealth
Lift up a glass — here’s to our health
So why are you here? Just to see if I break?
Lost in the lust of this passion and ache?
Unbuttoned, untrussed set to burn at the stake
By the fire and rust of the sleeper you wake
It’s hard to lay blame, I opened the door
The name of the game, the hunger for more
The pyre untamed, oh, I’ve been here before
Battled the flame, and lost every war
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s time
Take it in stride
Sip from the shine
Change a few ways
Stop counting days
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s time
Open some eyes
Forgive a few lies
Maybe it’s time
Make a different call
There’s so little time after all
Oh,
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s
Maybe it’s time
But then maybe it’s not
There are some things we can change
Some things we cannot