A Story, a Sneak

I took your ankle, tied you to the post
I fed you grapes
I asked for clemency and cut your throat
Held high your name
Ground down the coffee beans and lit the match
Wrestled the day
Chewed at the wristband til it came apart
Now I’m awake
Back on the ground you’re dressing for uni
30 years old
What the hell am I doing here?
You open the door
Say, «Age before beauty.»
Cringe as I pass
But I guess it’s a story
A sneak
A rumor I won’t believe
And somewhere in my past
She’s laughing, rolling her eyes
«Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, alright»
Look at the paper til it chokes you up
The world won’t wait
Luxury problems fill your gilded cup
You take the bait
German girls pass
Grouped in teenage disasters
Gather you up in their confident laughter
Please
Don’t do this to me
The gap from A to B
It never felt this wide
Yeah yeah, oh well, alright
Pinned to your seat
Practice circular breathing
Look down at the clouds
Where you’ll be
Where you’re leaving
Between
You are always in-between
«Sir, if you’d please observe the 'Fasten Seat Belts' sign —
Just calm down, you’ll be alright."i��